"her path to integrity"
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As I pause to relax in my studio,
thoughts of you meander through my mind; We have been the past, the eternal present and yet to be the imminent future. I am graced by your unforgettable presence and continue to be humbled by it. As you espy your shadow reflecting on your white walls, I feel it calling. The soothing cello I hear, its melodious, haunting tone fills the air, It is yearning for the bow's touch as I continuously hunger for yours. I hear the strings crying below the cellist's gentle touch, deep and meaningful lamentation. My sensitive, responsive soul empathises with those cello strings, I too quiver beneath your delicate, feathery surreal touch and weep for your presence. Dark skies of night descend and I hear the melody changing; An electrical storm approaches and the ebony sky becomes filled with colour. I hear a tintinnabulation...the phone awakens me from my dreamlike state, it is you. You wish to tell me about the fluttering butterflies; you then hear the covetous cello, And there is a poignant silence between us. Before long, our souls begin to embrace as they have done for ten thousand lifetimes. Suddenly you are here and I there as our life's spirit transcends time and unites us. We swallow each other's very essence with each breath, making love and marrying endlessly. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova |
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