We find peace in an empty crate;
its broken top askew.
The welcome breeze defines our fate -
the crux of me and you.
We line its soul with pleasant things
and hold each other free from strings.
We line its soul.
We line its soul
and write our hearts in coffee rings.
We find peace in an empty crate;
its wooden slats are few.
Our edgy songs border innate
through colors we imbue.
We paint our love as morning sings
thankful for what our caring brings.
We paint our love!
We paint our love
gliding as if on children's swings.
We find peace in an empty crate;
its windows let light through.
The trust we hone helps us create
with knowledge we accrue.
As seasons share their offerings
art flies to us upon their wings.
As seasons share,
as seasons share
life's gifts embrace love's reckonings.
Pamela A. Lamppa
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A Trijan Refrain
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