The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. - Mata Hari

The art of being alone

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It was never the plan am I half or whole along these pathways I endlessly stroll see in endless beauty possibility... time can be cruelty arguably but hours seem years to me searching for truth they say life is easy in life of youth I opened my heart I opened my mind I gave my all yet I am left behind

© William Cronk


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