Lovely, comeuppance, draining life moments and
resurrecting memories, thousands at a time.
Reliving emotionally, each and every one as they parade
across my mind, reminding me of where I cam from and
began.
Dallying against time, penetrating depths of musical
composition, always writing new musical scores along
with my poetry.
Tapping insipidly, layers of imagination touched
hopelessly by reality's insistence.
Wrangling symphonies, attaching melodies to every
word, beginning and completing poems consistently,
constantly in succession.
Emotionally feeling each one in depths of my soul,
where they form and are created - a gift of God's
to a little one.
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