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Pantomime

long, to aspire love drops from the sun to live or come undone aimless ways of the sea us butterflies, effortlessly in the breeze floating through days and hidden in restless nights attuned to the way handwritten notes a swallowed shrill, to dear washed away from the fear and we linger in the moments as they pass wandering the sounds of the past we now the flowers bowing our heads in an unadorned rain ruined amongst the ruins ~ knowing life will be there again

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Date: 1/27/2021 8:02:00 PM
Life must be LIVED Schmidstky. Too much Marcel Marceau can be soul destroying. Oceans are meant for swimming. Feet are meant for tap dancing, not fingers over a keyboard ...all that tap tap tapping. Without sound there is no music to life, give me shrill over a constant dead silence any day. Some people crave for silence, others are not fortunate to hear. Away with Winter, you need the Sun's love drops. Everything is in recycle. Life is not a dress rehearsal nor a pantomime. Let there be Life. Xx
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Date: 1/28/2021 4:07:00 AM
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Date: 1/27/2021 3:31:00 PM
A lovely tribute to the cycle of life of flowers.
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