A poem

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The thrumming begins low;
Melodic and long.
It rises deep within;
Until its harmony vibrates my skin.

Who will hear my harmonic cries
of longing for love?
Who will receive this invitation;
This blue whale’s song?

I wait in the cold darkness.
Can you hear the sound of my heart?
And dream…

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Kerry McAvoy, PhD

Kerry McAvoy, PhD

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