Plinking keys in my mind with musical thoughts,
I exist in a world of my own - one with magical
times in tune with melodies of life's eternity.
Styles of nature climb aboard the fountain of
prose, flowing easily, evenly in time with what-
ever music builds itself inside of me.
As always, existing subconsciously with every
breath I inhale.
So totally mine, existence carries me through
desert plains, countering life's harried duties
daily.
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