Somewhat saddened that they haven’t yet been heard.
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Fragrantly advertising tell-tale signs of spring,
the air.Sensing emotional yearnings of younger generations,frolicking through flowers and jumping into cascadingwater, cooled from mountain springs.Life promises are made in vows of innocence, realitynever setting in to discourage love or young lover’sprayers.
Falling into depths of interior imagination,
waters, touching the feelings hiding beneathit’s surface.Soaking in emotions through memories, gettingin touch with the essence of it’s bodily contents.Particularly noticing colors and tones associatedwith each one as I reach out and touch themindividually.
Silence of thought energizes me indefinitely, allowing for solace to become me interiorly.
Fortunately, seizing moments of intense abstraction on wings of glory.
Being a child filled with a wonderful curiosity for life,
her time with no name calling her.A sweetened atmosphere, enriching a fruitful individualuniqueness.Squaring her shoulders, taking in every bit of peacefulserenity, as she falls asleep early in the evening.Dreaming silently of the universe.
Emotions flowing into the ocean, turning tides into waterfalls of sorrow, deafening my mind as I move into a place of grief’s importance.
Assuaging my soul as I cry into the night without any comfort.
Ranting, reveling in exciting ways, bringing along rapid emotions on a fast paced trek through lands of unbidden talent.
Relating memories to what used to be known, carrying them forward to be used in radically new designs for eternity’s shores, coming into view.