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Rising to the dawn of life every day,
I fall into a deep sleep, capturingmy dreams in nets.Writing them into poetry the followingmorning.Quietly aligning thoughts with whateverI can find through innate gifts,portraying it all in beautiful artisticworks of the mind.
Scott free, scooting along pathways of heartache,
to be kept in necklaces, treasured forever in jewelryboxes.Sacred, taking time to become valuable with everypassing moment.Never lessening, only moving onto plains where theywill be seen by everyone in a poem written quicklyin verse.
Caring. Not caring. Light as a leaf.
Flowers breaking from the ground – stinging the air with their fragrance.A sense of fidelity sits in the clouds, as birds slip through the air.A scent of nature is wafted this way, a radio blares and scares it away.
Popular tunes being played as people sing karaoke in deference to each other.
Enjoying every nuance, every embodiment of belief in self as they fill up with confidence.Saturated confidently with self-esteem, brought about by special acknowledgement.
Recording special moments in life, researching where they are contained and choosing to select topics of reprieve.
Bringing them carefully into intuition with fantastic issues of belief.Entering into tunnels of energy, slicing back jungles of being to be exposed.