Dearest Nonet,
You’ve held tightly my wandering thoughts,
tucked them into your syllables.
You’ve woven little nests with
strings of letters, words, rhymes,
pauses, images
and metaphors.
A nest from
which I
sing.
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Very nice – from the title to the last word.