A C D Em G Bm B
pear in blossom
promise of lilacs
music in my head and heart
When still a child
I mourned having been born outside
the age of miracles
But slowly the elixir of the undaunted spirit
seeped back in
it is expressed in these chords
tender as fresh new leaves
yearning into warming sunlight
tendrils reaching out to my friend
I may never sit on her porch
suffused with the golden light
that always bathed her
hearing her sweet tea phrases birthed of small southern towns
if there are miracles in the wings
though
I will surely find my way there
we will sip whiskey
throw back our heads
laugh until every wild bird
joins in the raucous cacophony
major and minor within calamity
uncertainty in b flat
unbound in grace notes
#NaPoWriMo
#43things
#friendsforever
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