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Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Music - a poem

The sweet, soft sound
Of music.
It flutters,
Drifting down like dappled light,
Trilling,
Like birdsong.

What pleasure it awakens,
What joy!
The heart rejoices
And mourns
At its profound display.
Its rises and falls,
Its perfect cadences,
Disturb our solitude,
Daring us, begging us.

Wake up! It screams, Wake Up!
Dare to dream, dare to live!
Dare to love.
Free.
Like me.

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