The music plays...
...in the background of my heart
I swam in magics memories
promising that I'd leave it there
...so, now I bare my flesh...
to grow, in the breeze of salt
stinging the pores of my hide
over barren-less terrain
Taking in the wind, the trumpets
chello, and violins....
Capturing everything in my palms
...residue leaving its tears, unwinding
confidence throughout the universe...
Every time I hear the music playing
...I bare my soul, to all the world...
copyright material... not of use- unless written permission is obtained for sole purpose of educational material by author... Karen Dewitt (c)
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