Barbara R Maxwell

I am elusive

Transparent

Hard to find

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I may not be like you

Look like you

Sound like you

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I may not be like you

Look like you

Sound like you

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The gentle dance of the nuances

The nuances are ever so slight and almost hidden, just a slight difference, or way of being, perhaps even thinking or feeling. Sometimes it seems that they are not even

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Sometimes may seem that we are guided even pushed towards something as we move towards it

It also appears that we are walking away from something else maybe even running from it towards our new desti

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She always stood in the shadows

Quiet and invisible

Yet watching and listening

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She always stood in the shadows

Quiet and invisible

Yet watching and listening

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Butterflies in the forest

Gently flying to and fro

On an early spring day

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A summer wind quickly whips through the air and the trees

Lightning dabbles the sky like a quick paint brush stroke

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Butterflies in the forest

Gently flying to and fro

On an early spring day

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