The old days still make sense—
especially now, as new days keep breathing.
When it comes to love, you’re one of them.
You sang with everything,
so others could find their tune… do do dooo.

It reminds me to sing too—
songs known and barely known,
born from home and distant places.
Even a rock, rough with memory,
can bloom like a flower.

Music wasn’t made in a moment,
but in many—stitched old to new.
Bob Marley was right:
music belongs to us all.

It’s not a rich or poor path,
just a journey of belonging—
where sound and sign, solo or shared,
carry the same light: HOPE.

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   NeaLaugh

   8 months ago

   ReplyTo:   IanSanborn
   Title:   PSL ? Panorama