The weather is grey
as if it can sense my thoughts about you
During a solitary walk
I whisper your name to the trees –
each syllable holding a tapestry of memories
In my ashen mood
I take refuge under the hemisphere of an evergreen
I sigh into the leaves
hoping they’ll send messages on the wind
I miss you
The air stirs
and my heart takes flight with the loose foliage
The breeze blows the clouds and leaves away
drifting their way to you
imprinted with my thoughts and all our secrets too
Secret Thoughts Within 
Well, this is beautiful Bree. “Under the hemisphere of an evergreen” is such a great line. I read it first and enjoyed it a lot but the audio takes it to the next level. So good.
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Thank you Tom, this is lovely to read 💜 You have picked out my favourite line, which is fun. I’m glad to hear the audio added as well 😁
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Oh yes, the final whispered line in the audio took me by surprise for extra emotional punch. Very nicely done.
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Beautifully written ❤
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Oh thank you so much!
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PS – I just found your comment in my spam folder, so I rescued it 😁
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Haha glad to hear that!
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What a magnificent tree and you talk with the tree is delicate. 💚
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Thanks Cassa 💜 😊
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very nice. 🙂
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Oh, thank you for saying so 🙂
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Sweetness! Beautiful work!
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Thanks Ben 🙂
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Bree, this is beautifully written…your amazing voice takes this piece to another level…the way you express…the highs, the lows & the pauses give extra texture…brilliant Bree 👏✨💟
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You are a man of details Navin and I appreciate how you notice mine 🙂
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