She was a little bird chirping at the morning sun;
A voice so melodious I never wanted to stop listening to it
Especially when she laughed and spilled music from her lips
Sang about all sorts of stories which might seem dull to others -- but not to me.
Never to me.
The most vibrant bird there was --
With the brightest and loudest, most eye-catching colours!
And so much personality to go with all her bright colours!
And a sense of serenity to go with her grace.
A wonderment of a kind.
Such was Irene.
The cogs and gears of her mind --
I was always fascinated with
Pushed me to do better; to be better.
I think --
Perhaps I feel a sense of longing for that intellectual connection, again
No one quite so bright and marvelous as her mind.
I miss the ebb and flow in which we danced together.
And though I may never shine so bright, I loved to relish in her light.
A keen ear to her mind.
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
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