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Quatrains 2 ( Official )Thomas Schoenberger Composer
This summer brings 7 great hurricanes, 7 great fires, 7 curious ends.
StoryFlesh, hung on hooks to dry, three gutted, one in flight, another by fire, one by design
The children of Nyx, in tide pools retreat, run rivers dead, fury grows behind the curtain
Sunlight marches in the burrow. Momus demands our attention.
Your pilgrimage continues, like clockwork.
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Very beautiful music and interesting video.
@SophiaMusik
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Many thanks
I stand, gazing at something so incredible, yet I cannot have, and dare not even touch. Desperate to immerse myself in the presence, yet cautiously anxious. Not fear, but uncertainty that leaves 'butterflies in the stomach', that leaves me standing, still, awestruck. - illicited imagery from this piece
@MarciaStockton
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I just gave you a heart on the comment and I'm in charge of the uploads. Thank you so much for your kind comment.
@marcusmiller5443
Ай бұрын
@@MarciaStockton you make music. I make poetry. 🥰🙏
@H.GWells
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💛
@marcusmiller5443
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@@H.GWells 🙏🥰
@CRM2020
Ай бұрын
🙏💖I Love Music, I Love Poetry, and I Love ✝️🕊💯
Epic piece, beautiful composition.👏👏
Peça musical maravilhosa emocionante com vídeo sensacional. Obrigado por compartilhar. Você é um enorme compositor. Um abração.
@MarciaStockton
Ай бұрын
Thomas's wonderful music brings us all together.
Bravo!!!!
Some things are timeless. Boundaries fall away, and the energy flickers from yesterday into tomorrow. How could it trespass when it always belonged?
@MarciaStockton
Ай бұрын
Indeed.
‘Nothing is wanting but the key and if thou canst comprehend these things thou knowest enough’ …
@MarciaStockton
Ай бұрын
Indeed..
Hello. . . In the mornings past. I often reached for the front doors handle. Anticipating the mornings read. A paper of news. Coniveinece at the foot of my door. Set against the porch amoungst the flowers and trees the path. That beckons us forward Where have we all gone. In this game where the world is our board. Pices moves and they make ways. And all in all the world is our creation. In those mornings where the i ks smell remained in the fingers tips. When the papers smell incapsulateded my mind with the knoweldege within. I would brew my coffee. And eventually the k cup became convienint. And as many more days past even my papers became pages on the scroll of my screen. Interactivation and we laugh. This morning. My espresson beverage yhat is no doubt coffee. Is pulled from the refrigerators innards.n To fill my grail divine. A. Compass. For even we were once born for the first time. And may the mothers womb be thy cave. Good luck
@MarciaStockton
Ай бұрын
Thank you Joshua! Your words always paint something ineffable in my mind!
@joshuamowdy9230
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You are very welcome Marcia