can write without hearing him.
Just concentrating on the music as it’s rhythms are played
in unison.
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bereft of beauty.Beautiful flowers, sitting atop greenery,showing off their bright colors like anatural rainbow.Giving excellent auras,touching upon extreme thought processes asthey write it all down on an inner screen.Getting it set to place in a poem – theentire picture, thought all at once anddescribed fully so anyone can see its’place in life.
Wriggling inside, nervous energy squirming around, allowing for all the stress going on today – it’s pretty mild.
Far into my mind I delve and dive, attempting to bring myself into a somewhat relaxed mode.Life must be slowed down so I can remember what it’s like to be smart again because of memory problems plaquing and suffocating my intellect.Arriving at conclusions close to imagination I strive to coallesce and collate every thought into…
Wiping the dust off my feet as I walk away on green fields of grass.
Tenderly existing in sidelines of all of life’s expectant promises.Carrying on toward hopeful desires held in hearts of golden truths of love.