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The art is of silent movement, but the colors will give you the feeling called vibrations.
Take a sip with the hand of friendship that offer you a sip when you have thirst and feel the vibrations of cool water as it goes down your throat.
Lets step out, the ladies who like to dress to take on the colors of earth and show the vibrations of natural life.
My eyes look above while I lay looking up at the dark sky and gaze at the vibrations of the flashing stars.
This poem was written by me in around the let 1970's the passing of my mother name Naomi Puckett (aka) BEGEE.
She sent me a card the moon was in Gemini. I she rain from my beautiful big brown eyes. She that stood by me from birth to her death; Yet! not forgetting I was born and the numbers of that date which was given to me. She sent me a card the moon was in Gemini; Yet! I'll never forget that day, because I was surpise. The thoughts splashing in my mellow mind of no card this year. She who has capture my spirit and her spirit, and the closeness we still obtain in our private spiritual world. She send me a card the moon was in Gemini. By Virginia Amarna
