Thursday, 11 May 2023

Symphony

I feel the music, it’s in my soul 
filling a gaping hole
prancing and dancing as if by magic
the story is a sound that moves me far away
then melancholy it stirs my emotions to sway
I weep as it captures my all, in tender heart
joy is at an end before again it starts

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