Living high in this desert, having a good time just being in
touch with natural surroundings of Mother Nature.
Complacent, soothing and tender, cooling off tempers, heating
up love, passion rising all throughout musical rhythms.
Counting down the types of reminders appearing on photographic screens interiorly.
Pushing up daisies, making room for delicate blossoms of winter
roses, blue and vivid coming straight from heaven above.
Loving their length of measures as they continue to fill this
mind with their peaceful blue reminders beyond death itself.
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