The past no longer exist
The future will never be here
We will always be in this moment

The blue sky is my canvas
Until the canopy of the night
Then my brushstroke
Become comet tails
An astroid field of flight

No language in my dream
No limits of the tongue
My flights of mindfulness
Has only just begun

Do
U
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heed natures call
can
U
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hear souls fall
do
U
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feel
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rebound.
L
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ST
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are
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wired for sound.

Swagger and Style
Quiet attention and impact
Power in the step and soul
Direction of the heart
Completely together
Strike the pose and completely in
command everyday
When you walk the catwalk in your life
You dance, dream, and always wearing pockets
The designers may not agree but your are your own stylist
When you are styling with pockets

C@rainbowchaser2021