Still Life Arranged just so frozen in the dust of our yerteryears forbidden to go too far out still life a masterpiece dying to breathe the breath of life. I take one step to get ahead but I am chained to my past hooked like a drowning fish. Will I walk on water or, be pulled under? Still life, Too long? Perhaps. In a whirlpool of doubt I release my tears to the four seasons of the year finally, the great flood has come to its end and the ship can sail off into the horizon of my future. Truly beautiful... Completely unexpected...
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