Them their eyes

The music stopped in my hand
my hand
my hand
Sadly smiled the band
the band
the band
Softly echoes your laughter
riddled with tears
When time is stolen it flies
it flies
it flies
--------Joan Baez

Thread Suns

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All those sleep shapes,crystalline,
that you assumed
in the language shadow..
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<~Paul Celan

~Water shaped~

*When I first took this picture it seemed perfect.Now it seems beautiful in more ways than one->>At the lake,The Valley.*
Blank mirrors
& pools of silver

a universe in
one body.
~From "The desert"--Jim Morrison

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