with no hearts of their own to speak of.
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Minor chords of life touch my mind with incessant words
Living in minor shadows, touching them softly in my mindwith ivory and senses of the Divine.
Emptiness fills empty spaces hidden within my mind,
my brain.Sensing beginnings of new turns in reality, I findfundamental truths and elicit them in poems of touchingrhythms.Performing special routines as I gather as many imagesas possible.
Baby’s eyes closing slowly, watching
Soothing words, creating peaceful dreams infantasy’s of memory.Sleeping gently into nights of beauty, satinand lace surrounding the lullabyes of goodnight.Being carried to lands beyond life and its’existent barriers.