Lovely anticipation boiling just below the surface,
stirring up ideas and images, dancing in circles of
lively entertainment.
Closely holding and following each other, ideas
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Staring into scenic desert mountains, feeling their
strength against my beating heart.
Imagining their inner beauty while focusing on
sightful images as they float carelessly by me on
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Number seven eighty-three, a number in a music book
introducing the tarantella to those who are Italian
and love to dance with exacting precision.
Moving free and swirling with every tone of rhythm.
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Embracing miracles received from doing things my way
in spite of other's opinions.
Totally experiencing every moment spent in freedom
of spirit, opening my eyes and mind to a life outside
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Listening carefully, feeling animosity for no apparent
reason, against no one I know.
Yet, it sits here upon my chest staring at me.
Nothing bothering my state of mind, thoughts are coming
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Sidling up to hidden memories filled with energy of
the past, preserved in mindways of a brain.
Examining with ease all aspects leading to apparitions
of wisdom, as it places itself within an atmosphere of
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Sullenly thinking as life passes by, reminding me of
it's haste into the near future.
Wanting to reach out and grab it, slow it down,
doesn't work, because it has already raced past
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Sulkily, lazily, rocking gently, listening and watching
people dance easily across the room.
Harmonica playing loudly, as melodies flow into the
atmosphere, catching our ears on it's way.
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Lonesome days, trodding through my mind, giving me
empty thoughts that clutter intellect.
Just wanting to be free of the empty loneliness and
abandonment would be great, but what would take the
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