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On Eagle's Wings==update

ON EAGLE'S WINGS

Once I was made of steel
my voice was strong , my spirit bold
my visions clear.

I soared blue skies on eagle’s wings
seeking worlds unknown to imagination
my songs were the power of creation—
my death and my resurrection

I send my soul across the seas
on streams of melodies in minor key.
I want the world to know
I am still here
.
but my voice has grown weak
my spirit cold
and i have forgotten
the words to many songs.
...
and so it is with all things living.
we are brief moments in the sun.
there is an end to each beginning.
we look back and all is done.

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Good to hear from you, my friend. I have been pulling myself up from a series of "hits" to my health. I will win.

Joe

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and so it is with all things living.
we are brief moments in the sun.
there is an end to each beginning.
we look back and all is done.

And so it is with all living things! Love this Joe

And You

Che Bello

Love to you

Mona

:) Grazie, carissimma Mona

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Monumentally momentary bubbles,
In the isolated deserts of time,
The sands time erupts,
In its due course,
As the sun paves its path as usual

We all try and carve a niche,
In the caves of immemorial memories
Only to be tsunamied
At the will of the soft breezes,
We hear in the far distance,
As we all are lowered
Or
Cast into incinerators modern,
To be remembered like autumn leaves,
As the garbage man swipes his arm
And
Flings each one of us, into oblivion
So be it with all things universal,
Albeit, without fail.
Amen

loved

Well said!

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