As her Mom sings a song so beautifully and perfectly in time.
Someone for a little child to look up to in life.
A genuine gift to leave, more important than money or wealth.
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Gyrating, letting little bells tinkle and ring in the afternoon sun.
move about – up and across the stage with very little movement.
Pacing down trails of tomorrow, looking forward to seeing each other again.
Walking slowly, waving to one another, knowing we’ll meet again one day in a sunny future.
Swallowing pride, moving along, finding major portions of reality as they get caught up in our craws,
Taken together we escape and leave earth for another plain, unseen.
Landscapes covering interior plains,
Giving a reprieve from the sadnessthat incessantly envelopes me every day.Silent passions held in check, focusingall of subconsciousness into a funnel,filtering it into ideas, formingthemselves in compartments of poetry.
Rays of sunshine pouring from behind gray storm clouds, floating majestically above us on their way to push storms with rain upon earth’s grandeur.
Traipsing talently into steps of desire provided by interior motives of excellent wisdom.