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Undeparted
The chords left dull
At the bending of necks
Rubbered in their sight
A storm of creation
Quiet until lightening strikes
Each day the blessings
It seems it is all
Still a dream unfolding
Notes plucked upon
Crossed stars
We'd wept
Still Here
Chords like ligaments
and tendons
pulled for health
and distance. Synapes
fire and lightening
envies the efficiency.
.
There. No doubt, there.
Strings vibrating
as the thumb strums.
We would let tears
rule for joy
at the vibrancy
of so much life.
.
:D
Thanks!
Wonderful!
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