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~ "BALLET SUPERNOVA ~

~ "BALLET SUPERNOVA ~

This earth has not a thing
As warming
As the beauty
In sunlit shoring
With the waves of eons
Seeding
The beauty
That we take for granted
As our everyday
Birthright
When, in actuality,
The ballet supernova
Has been on Broadway
For so long now
That we,
The chosen of this day
Simply,
No longer notice
That brightly shining
And life-giving
Light,
Of our own
Possibilities...

Tony Taylor

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Edward Williams

MAkes me think of how we are made up of star dust . Great write as always tonyΒ 

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Tony Taylor

Great point EDWARD...... Stardust...... the stuff of the Gods!!.......thanx so much for reading and commenting dear poet brother!!./...smiles......T xo

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Nigel Cresswell...

We are transient in the universal drift and all the more beautiful for it. Love this Tony,
Nigel.

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Tony Taylor

Thank you Sir NIGEL!!.... the 'Universal Drift'....... amen to that my friend.......thanx for taking time with this one!!....... hugs n smiles.....T xo?✴❀

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Tony Taylor

Thanx for the vote JG!!...... big smiles......T xo ?✴❀

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Tony Taylor

Thanx GREG!!...... you're awesome......I REALLY appreciate all your continued support my friend!!......I am your cyber-friend and admirer!!......T xo ?✴❀

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Edward Lin

You are the universe in ecstatic motion - Rumi

Feels like that doesn't it :D
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