John Taylor Poems

No rush no hurry no task to complete
Country roads ribbons gently winding
Music softly playing
Thoughts that dance across my mind
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What to do? Oh what to do?
With a minute of time
Yes, a minute of time
Not really long - just enough to kill
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Alone but never lonely
A chance to know myself
Shed the masks of day
Connect and discover
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Dimensions

Dense black folded space
Fabric studded points of light
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Clouds drift through swirls of time
life ebbs and flows
choices here and there begin and end
tomorrow comes then goes in sweet delight
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