Leaves spreading their fingers, waving towards heaven, hoping to one day enter it’s gates.
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Tittling in my mind, playing the piano while listening to classical music.
Bringing out so many ideas, cascading into poems.A solitary measurement of intense peace found in instrumental music.
Sun beginning to set right here where I sit, being healed in a garden of eden.
Lifting my spirits, taking me to levels of perfection that I can now clearly see in this new dimension of nature.Happy to have been called to this little space where I can be myself and let all be known without worries or doubts of what the future will hold.
Knowledge being pursued by little minds, trying to absorb everything, wanting to grow up way too soon.
Never learning what it means to be a responsible citizen in every sense of the word.
Carrying one another through the explicit trials of life is acceptable and compassionate to another.
Filling everyone with courage as we walk on alone, hoping that there’ll be someone for us when we in turn need someone to be there for us in our own desperation and grief.Sadness touching us coldly as we expire in our own times.
Making up steps to go with rhythmic beats being played harmoniously.
Forging forward, pushing aside all creeping tears at bay, finding extra pleasure in everyday situations, made better by melodies playing to my senses.