You're beautifully unique every single evening,
I never grow weary of holding you with my eyes that are teary.
When the hustle of the world doesn't notice you, please know, I do,
you've been watching over me, over the years, with your every hue.
Paint me with body paint, as I'll be your willing silhouette,
time with you, I shall never ditch, or desire to forfeit.
You're the one who doesn't break my heart viciously,
instead you bring comfort in these trees that are willowy.
Capturing you is truly impossible and never brings you justice,
let's embrace tomorrow, and the next day, forever, just us.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
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This one feels like a love letter to the sky—or maybe the sunset? Either way, it’s got that dreamy, intimate vibe that makes you want to just sit still and soak in the moment.✨