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

 

 

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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

 


...a

 

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Thanks!

Wonderful!


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