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Sep 18
In an attic at Night
I sit contemplate and listen

Sit on a windowsill
below the starry Night

Contemplate time
moments passed, beauty of past

Listen to my Heart
hear the soft pi-a-no
through Present Future and Past
In sadness, one often loses oneself in oneself. Our World twists and separates us from others in tragic self-absorption. Sometimes, though, one finds in sadness pure lucidity and cold feeling. The Starry Night is a symbol of this utmost clarity.
Written by
Yottalomaniac
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   Mike Adam and Valentine
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