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The pulse within so strong

Waiting for the rain to come

The story moves so strong

Bowie plays in the background


Fits the mood

Of a day ever shifting

Of story’s, moments none too rude

But the pictures tell a different tale

Stare down from the wall

Black and whites so promising

Beauty’s rise and fall

Give it without asking

Take it without guilt

Find the moments pleasing

Enjoying warmth and comfort

As soft as any quilt 

The art of this is daring

The task ahead so bold

The feelings ever blissful

None of them are cold