they hang heavy on minds
they force my hands
I hear sounds
in the silence of tombs
I’m yet to be born
I’m still in the womb
-an unfinished piece
not allowed to bloom
my fears pull me in
them I’m riding a broom
the scene changes
Kaboom, Kaboom
I’m now the Master
worlds dance to my tune
the narrative changes
and life resumes….
Walk Like an Egyptian
Creative Experiments and More 
sweep
creep
away the
mites
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Excellent! Thanks!
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anytime. that s why we are here. to relate and create.
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Interesting Reena, silence of tombs where mummies lay dead.
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Thank you, Jim!
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