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Heaven's Melody

on July 24, 2013

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A soul kissed by birds' chatter becomes heaven's melody.

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LEAVING THE ARENA (Round 4)

blog.tcsand dsq.com ...And then the arena doors were closed. There I stood, out-of-body watching my tight-fisted swollen hand cling to the handle. The arena doors, now in my weakness, seemed like dragging weights. The final drawn-out clash of the cathedral doors, like the final note of "The Swan Song," jolted my mind from its fog. The silent, breathless walk was interrupted only by tapping footsteps. Heavy eyes hung from a drooped face that grazed the grey pavement. My blank-stare thoughts were consumed by the growing pressing of memories...the force of finality...the pain of leaving...the anxiety of what next...the thumping in my ears of loss ...the panic of right choices...the nausea of doubt...the wounds of words. My eyes could not recall seeing. My mind, my neck, my jaw, my throat, and my arms paraly...

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