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A deep breath is drawn. Colours fade; There is a residual when the music fades... If you really listen, there is a residual.
Something is still known and felt. Ever-present, energy lingers...the notes just now in a different form...
MAYBE WE ARE THE NOTES...expressing... Us beautiful humans.
May the end of this series of poems (see 1 & 2 also), leave you with some answers. You are the answer.
What remains when the storm has passed? IT ALL REMAINS, FOREVERMORE.
In love, Bear and Bee 🐝 🐻
By creationsbearandbeeA deep breath is drawn. Colours fade; There is a residual when the music fades... If you really listen, there is a residual.
Something is still known and felt. Ever-present, energy lingers...the notes just now in a different form...
MAYBE WE ARE THE NOTES...expressing... Us beautiful humans.
May the end of this series of poems (see 1 & 2 also), leave you with some answers. You are the answer.
What remains when the storm has passed? IT ALL REMAINS, FOREVERMORE.
In love, Bear and Bee 🐝 🐻