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Nov 2016
Moving through these changes
I feel my feet dragging, some.
These alignments are maintaining,
Steadily participating in this dance of us.
The sway of the hips to the beat.
Moving, trailing, leading,
Stumbling, rising, standing. Firm.
Aware of One. The feet are heavy here,
The feet leave deep tracks.
Winding roads to map. Generations
In need of paths. Options to create new.
Disturbance for greater tomorrows.
Energy's cycle, History's truth.
Seher Seven
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Seher Seven
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