A talent, a gift from above, I treasure it greatly, it is simply beautiful and I enjoy it more fully every day I have it.
It’s an extraordinary feat, and always at my beck and call when I hear music, melodies, nature and images hiding in my mind.
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Touching my soul with glee, soothing my mind with vitality as I am mesmerized continuously throughout.
Yet, I play imagination’s creative music in time with my innate desire.
Sunlight penetrating this cloudy mind, beckoning it to
Travesties availed over these last few years, causinglife to silently stop within.All the turmoil is wound like a spring in a grand-father’s watch – tightly letting very tiny incrementsof release become seconds in time.Beads of prayer lie in wait, hoping to ease the strainothers place upon me.Words written on paper, like a soft-spoken poet,portraying reality,…
Living through turmoil applies to most
Taunting us always from the back, giving usa hard time in our daily lives.Not caring if we want to hear from theirdeafening minds in every little thing theyparticipate in.
Sending magical beats into the atmosphere, staccatoing through the air, giving everyone something to listen to attentively.
Yet, we can hear every note being played in rhythmic rhymes.