Our thoughts hanging over us,
invisible text balloons, colliding, flirting,
some of yours mating with mine,
and new thoughts are born.
They will once set off into life,
freed cage birds,
no longer intertwined in our speech, gone
with more and more blue skies in between.
You have a way with words, I say
and I think you know what I mean,
as your hands are a bird now,
flying silently, fluently, away.
Ina 
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Thank you!
Oh Ina this is truly beautiful and one of my very favourites of your recent writings. And I have to add that YOU have away with words and that is such a gift. L&H ❤️ Xxx
Hi Christine, thank you very much. You yourself know your way about with words I think! 🙂 ❤ xxx L&H
Especially love that last stanza.
Thank you David!
Yep, we are all cartoon telepaths. I like this one very much.
Thank you Marie!
Ina mooie woorden, ik moet de vertaling er bij nemen en dan kunnen zinnen er anders uit zien.maar toch het is mooi. Gr Nettie
Dank je wel Nettie! Groeten terug!