There is life in me when I sing my song
A kind of gentle breeze
That blows bubbles into the spirit...
Happiness erupts then pours out its flavor of love or pain.
Emotions breathe in and out of a new dance.
The song holds a place in my heart where no-one can see.
The feelings are exposed to a new light that embraces the moment then travels to the heart.
Just for a time, I am lost in the song, and the secret world that connects to my soul...a gift to receive...as its given back...it goes on and on and on and on.
It is at the start or the finish, that I am tossed from the wave,building my ship...sailing into the world and its reality of true voice. I am music. I am free...
There is life in me when I sing my song.
Kjelene M. Bertrand
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"The emotion of internal speech
is displayed by the brush
as the heart would give life
to its song."
Kjelene
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