the life of statues
calcific gaze and
height of feeling
quiet above all
hubbub oblivious
to the caresses of
passing skies
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life wormhole: lonely and free
passing wormhole: with endless love
quiet wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – moment
sky wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?
Made me think of Wilde’s Happy Prince. Nicely phrased.
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thank you, Rhino
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“Passing skies*
Makes me dream
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uh, oh – she’s off; watch out for low-flying spirits wayward!
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I will. I do. The spirit traffic these days. : )
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