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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Passing of Maya

Somewhere, in a corner and a candle, sits a woman. She is without age, without time. From a gleam in her eye, she writes simple words on a blank sheet. Words, that when placed side by side will touch, words that build a mountain or a house of love or a weeping willow. 

The woman chooses words that become a rose and together on the page, they are more than the rose, they are more then the memory and the color. They fill the reader with the fragrance of a flower.

Her words like the silent scent of a gentle rose, fills the reader and the room with a smile and the sparkle gleam that lit the corner of her eye. the words she lays carefully side by side now moves the reader to thought and somewhere a memory, somewhere a dream takes flight.

Good Bye Ms. Angelou. As the sadness of time, of today with your passing on leaves us, we will be left with your most wonderful gift:your words. I hope you find a silent corner, and a window to gaze through and a candle...

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"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel."

Maya Angelou