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The world outside of my window...
The Paris's sky
The mind of Rodin
The beauty of art
The beating of my heart
The passion shared by so many souls
The beginning or is it the end
The endless cycle of death and rebirth
If not for the arts that left behind
for thousands to witness
Thousands of heartbeat
Or thousands of heart; skip a beat!
The silent notes in between
1 comment:
Oh, to be at that window.
Under that sky.
With miles of silent thought to float on.
Jannie -- the roving commenter and poetry lover.
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