kept me company so many years ago. A Flower and a Russian encouraged me always to write.
A Flower and a Russian tried to help me grow.
Consciousness and conscience are but a chorus of voices. The Flower and the Russian have been clear and distinct voices in my mind for nearly 30 years.
A small well-distinguished chorus of two provided a continuous light by which to pen my thoughts.
The Flower blossomed anew this week. I have never been without the memory of the fragrance, not even for a moment.
They tried to help me grow. I hope they succeeded.
I blog here now
but for the gift
of light
given to me
so long ago
by
a Flower
and a Russian.
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