It’s an endless song,
One she plays over and over.
Idly swaying to the music,
In beautiful tranquility.
This is more than joy,
It is intoxicating juice.
Arrears paid in full,
Soul still intact.
Her nerves settle down,
Alarm bells halt their warning toll.
Fatiqued, she lets the quiet,
Roll over her.
So many electric,
Red seconds.
She should despise, hate.
Realizes that her nearest friend,
Is all around her,
She continues, not undone.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is”… Rebecca West
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You and I both know life IS as beautiful as the music!
Yes we do.. 😉
Moving forward is always good! Go enjoy a nice holiday now, somewhere hot and soak up the sun. xo
Thanks Dev.. good to hear from you!!
Estee, God’s blessings to you my friend. Love your blog!
Thanks Karin..
And you don’t need a receipt girl! Great time, great company! thank you again. hugs. Mom says hi.
My pleasure!