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May 2015
Wondering in the corridors of my mind
     I came across a different time
It was so familiar I felt at home
     At the same time it was so bizarre
          It entangled my imagination
Up was down and down was around
A field of mirrors reflecting sounds
     Like fire flies in the moonlight
I drank in the sight
     and it tasted of long forgotten memories
I touched my fingertips to the sound
     And a symphony echoed in my heart
I breathed in the feeling
     And nostalgia filled my taste buds
I heard the aroma of lavender fields
     Celebrating the first rays of the sun
I tasted the echo of drops of music
     Painting to the rhythm of far-away drums
          And in the middle of it all
               I met my soul
          Why are we here, I whispered
     Because we are here, boomed the reply
Wondering, playing with the senses and pondering the age old question: why are we here...
Debbie Taylor
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Debbie Taylor  Queenstown, South Africa
(Queenstown, South Africa)   
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