Written by: Another moment not so lovely

Freedom of mind to speak the matters unlocked within

Chopin writes poetry to quiver a mind

Reality dims and saddens thoughts to actions of why?

Sustenance of savory tastes bring tears of joy to the eye

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now back again as the mind found a journey where doors wide open left the impression of rejection not inside, rather, outside.

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Those fingers above me moving to the sheets as a composer long dead and gone left his memories to play with, to savor, and smile.

if only the intellect of self could realize truly it is the children’s minds so spry; hope/confidence/laughter/ and yes, tears…How such a young scene dissolves the spider webs bound so tight in the dusty attic of mine.

So yes, of course, a lucid moment a moment of realization where there is more to a mind, more to what’s inside free and imprisoned by what’s outside. So much of so much and this fits…………………………………………………………………………………………………so tightly bound that they will never, not one, see me as who or what i am.

Tonight a sparkle of frost and in the morning beating the heated air of unlimited passions flying as a butterfly.

(insert picture and what a fine picture it is)

and instead of amen, peace, or anon…

Whee!