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Jan 2022
Every morning she meditates
while I embrace my arts
The gardener come to each of us
to water these inter parts..

My guitar is a bright bronze
As she connects to golden truth
My poetry silently resolved
In hues of silver blues…

If you listen to the wind
or wave’s upon a shore
the music of the sphere
has wisdom at its core!
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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