Listening to a band called Vinyl Nova, hearing echoes of pleasure
coming towards all minds.
Feeling at ease as music floods into intellect, touching upon the
moments that are being placed into measures and melodies, taking
strides off into hallways.
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We always listen to the echos of our mind and intellect. These echos come from nature and galaxies. Wonderful poem is deeply expressed. We like such poem...***** 5 stars full rating.!