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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Lost in thought, closely scanning surfaces of mountains
close to the highway.
Enjoying beautiful, white, foggy, wispy clouds, coming
down upon mountains, lying in their laps like cuddly
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Painful memories jab
and poke my heart as
I recall their hurting
remarks of deathly horror.
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Yuletide cheer spreading itself through Christmas,
acknowledging the birth of Jesus so many years ago.
Spiritually recognizing the immensity of His day,
filled with the wonder and awe of every little child
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Exacting precise formulas of beats mathematically
produced from etudes and scores of the famous
masters of old.
Aligning tones, arranging them in precise etudes
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