Some images simply come to you, like instant poems you must jot down before they disappear. Questions don’t come into play. You know not why these odd creatures appeal to you or from where they come. They are simply there, waiting, and for a moment you feel blessed.
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It Remains, Still
In the Air
The One Left Out
Once Again, We Meet
A Time to Break Down
Time
The Times We Had
Now and Then
It Might Be
Once More
Longing
Desire
The Things We Do
Don’t Even Think