Spunky Harper
the leaping sight
and sound of plucked harp strings
calls her to
mind
she lifts my
spirit
with innocent
harmony and movement
my lips
smile in delight
inviting laughter
as its company
her melodies
bear an ethereal sweetness
that can
only come from the heavens
the heart of
a harp's crescendo
is her being
and the stillness
of its strings
her soul
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