One Voice
A place though small enough to write,
still big enough to dream
My pen, a passport out of time,
with phrases to redeem
The North Wind calls, a purple sky,
on wings my ear enchants
And hears but one voice through the clouds
—to make the letters dance
(The New Room: February, 2021)
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