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Feb 2018
I found myself
in song
tip toeing
on notes
bridged by lines
of memories
connected...  

I move with the eye
as it reads them
strums them
brings them to reality
and all I seem to be
doing to going
forward

Sometimes stepping
on familiar notes
"that's the chorus"
my mind says
"you know these steps like the back
of your hand"

and others
I find myself catching up
with the new tempo
as I spread my arms
to find my
new
balance
Listening to Blackbird: Beatles or Across the Universe version.
Maria Etre
Written by
Maria Etre  Beirut, Lebanon
(Beirut, Lebanon)   
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