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Copying, editing, filling pages of books with an ample source of thoughts and exacting findings.
Solo travels taking precedence over routine matters, finding subjects too concise, too judgmental to place in any type of sequence or order to make an applicable source of innocence.
Taking down decorations of yesterday’s festivities,
finished.Crossing boundaries through my mind, taking excessivemoods into lengthening shadows of memories.Aching heart, holding images in tandem dreams, hopingto continue forward with increased enjoyment oftomorrow’s significant observations of hope.
Softly speaking my language, giving thoughts in solace, taking me on a voyage of peaceful interludes.
Liberty being set in my heart, letting freedom take over, bringing me into outer limits of life and it’s excessive moments of intensity.
Cribbing ideas that are still too young
Storing them in delicate satin and lace, lyingupon pillows of amazement, awaiting their timesof birth.
Stroking saddened recollections throughout life, I follow them into abysses, learning from all they contain emotionally.
It’s all outside of my inner being, although I know it’s within me always.
Going back into memory banks, finding familiar tunes,
and times of learning.Musical melodies carefully tended in creative inneratmospheres filled with an appreciation of rhythms,falling into line.Causing intellect to transfer all words into poeticalmusic, giving many opportunities to use my poeticaltalent.