WRITTEN BY IAMKIITAN AND HASTYWORDS
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Fluid yellow tinted strokes
Color sunbeams on time
They fade into a distance
As a rotating globe defines
There and then I sat
Looking into the skies
Lost in the painful memory of it all
Where do I begin?
Memories skip their stones
Over shallow muddy waters
Once an ocean full of life, now
Consumed by moral squatters
Is this life??
Where exactly do I belong??
Does anyone out there care about me?
Does anyone care to reach out for me?
The birds echoed their response
And the crickets sang a cadence
The whistling breeze responded
As did the whispering trees
I didn’t have anyone
But the singing birds,
The singing crickets
The whistling breeze
The whispering trees
All made me feel
Fully accompanied
Full of life
HASTYWORDS 
I liked the idea you were getting to, got to.>KB
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How beautiful to see and visualize hearing the sounds of your welcome:)
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Reblogged this on tot123itsme.
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I’m so jealous…
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A lovely piece, which speaks to people in so many ways – i loved it
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I loved this.
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Like skipping stones in Spring, waiting for summer to begin. A world creaking in sounds, but who is listening now. So come walk with me, to the far reaches beyond seas. Where we share a world often not seen, full of people that live life so keen. Out beyond the scratches of city spaces, on a trek between the fields to further places. To a world sung in song, through the music we belong. Our feet amongst the moist laden dirt, to an inland sea of sand earth. People out of reach, beyond the city scratches…. Kind of felt like writing the above after reading, just a short run beneath the Spring Sky so blue.
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It probably does, it’s like going for a walk on a beautiful day. Have to love Spring here at the moment…
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Now really like this poem. It talks of me, you see the trees always whisper to me, show me faces with their leaves. I would like to know where inside me head when this was written…
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