no breeze only lights
blinking to a sad tempo
heads bowed its morning
silent warm sun up
notes are sober something’s up
maturity creeps
dawn’s hour moon comes
wisdom tied us together
passion made us one
sonata for Tom Waits
words less spoken
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words less spoken 
What a tribute, Marisela!! ❤
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Thanks, Susi😄 I love TW and the picture is really cool ! Thank you !
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No, Thank YOU! 🙂
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✌💓
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Tom Waits is a king and a genius. I love his music and you paid a great tribute to a legend. 🙂
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Thank you friend, yes he is a King!!
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Very much so. His lyrics are my favorite of his to read because their weird, surrealism and very experimental. 🙂
P.S I wrote and somewhat dedicated a poem to David Lynch. 🙂
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Oh what’s the title?
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Avant-magoria #10: David Lynch Directed a Nominated Strange Beak, the Blob of Smoke Clangor; the Accordion E Prophetized Persephone, What Laceration Rejoice is in Style
It’s posted. 🙂
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Cool!! Thank you 🤘
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🙂
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