By BernardYoung

Tuned In

With her finely tuned ear for detail
she hears what you’re saying
even from the next room
even when she’s standing outside
with the rain beating down on her umbrella
even when she’s sailing on the wild sea
or hurtling through a tunnel
on her way to the city
or passing overhead in a plane
and even when she’s flapping her own wings
and thinking of the thousand things
she still must do
you’re on her radar
she’s tuned into you
and when you’re walking on the beach
and being amazed by the latest sky
she can hear your mind singing
and your thoughts become her lyrics

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