when The Tumblers click
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listen to The Wind, inside Your Heart,
for it is There, The Answers, abound,
hear a silent Voice of an Angel’s Past,
echoing Light, of the Slightest Sound,
behold The Song of Your Bless’d Life,
a Symphony, of Moments, All Around,
and it is There, The Answers remain,
until The Key, to Your Heart, is found . . .
from an ancient Journal, and long forgotten, a Post at Poets and Writers Forum ( of Love, Again ) 08/1998