Art by Oswaldo Gayasamín 1967- The violinist
The sound of falling rain,
Or lemonade that’s stirred,
The whistle of a train,
The song of a bird,
To some it’s only noise,
But every sound I’ve heard
Seems sure like,
Much more like
A song…
When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Windmills of My Mind 
Lovely poem. ❤
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Thank you Diana😘
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Lovely… 🙂
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Thank you Bette 🎐
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I made a copy of this. Think I’ll try my hand with my own version. Maybe 18″ X 3′ panel in Dia de los muertos style Mexican art.
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Ok Carl ! Waiting!🤣
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