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Full Circle by Haelos We've come full circle Like a serpent coiling no end Just the same mad circus Wait For blood to blossom The saints and souless to mend Like we've all forgotten again Round again Coming round again Colours in my head You You Colours in my head You You If my heart's sinking Then we'll walk this waste land again In some dead bar drinking Used to be so simple my friend Ryszard |
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Happy New Year Ryszard .
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2/1/2020 9:44 am |
"Wave after wave, each mightier than the last 'Til last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in flame". Tennyson, "The Coming of Arthur" Ryszard
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2/2/2020 12:01 am |
you must be a good and populas poet.
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"Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you're older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town And they tell him, Take your time, it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game And go round and round and round In the circle game" .
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I adore Joni Mitchell who is doing her painting at the moment. A true all round talented artist who enjoys being herself. Once you understood how to enjoy every moment in your life. You are going to treasure the noise when you breath in and out from your noise so as the pumping feeling of your pulse and your heartbeats. Then looking up and close our eyes to appreciate how fortunate we are still alive. . .
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High Five  .
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