Slipping and sliding down chords of a piano, gracing
life with beautiful music throughout the years.
Somnolent, intensely struggling along pathways of
life, tasting hardships and strife with every sense
and emotion.
Filling many hours of time, stepping momentarily into
the light of knowledge, turning on the ignition key
of wisdom's interior intuition.
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I am filling many hours of time with amazing music of mind. Stepping momentarily in to path of light is wise in view. Nice sharing.10