Feelings

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Parts Of Paint And Stone
Bend To This Music
Turning And Moving
To The Sounds Inside.

A Stone Finger Beckons
As She Breaks Free
Long Dark Hair
Sweeping Down Her Shoulders.

This Day Is Cool
To The Touch
Under The Streets
Open To The Wind.

We Find Ourselves
Kissing:
A Dance To Feel Each
Other’s Mindfulness.

Under A Crescent Moon
Where Art Forms Live
And The Dead Weep
To Be Alive.