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Jul 2017
I dance on a stage lined with poetic words, phases, and rhymes.
My barton is my feathered pen that moves in the wind.
My inspiration is everyone I meet as I bow to them with grace..
I swirl in the sacred energies as body moves on Mothers soil.
The cool dirt tantalizes my senses to write with visions.
The sun above feeds my breath so I merge with its light.
The wind carries periods, and comas in my creative mind.

Yes, on stage I go celebrating the moment
The moment I am in human form.
inspired by dr Zik
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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