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I notice the silence
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
where it was letting
my head down as
beheaded falling
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BELLA, bella
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Thank you, thank you, thank you…
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Beholden.
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🙂
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Most beautiful poetry and image
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Hi Cornelia, glad you like them both they are meant one for the other!
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WOW… powerful. i love this one so much. captivating.
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Ciao Beth, thank you. Happy you felt the power in it cause indeed it has got some weight hiding inside. Got any of your music coming to Italy, with you, soon?
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