Music Poem by Sarah Tripp

Music



I lay still
Waiting for the waves to wash over me.
It stimulates my body.
I let go of everything.
The pain,
the worries.
The melody, the harmony,
they intervene
Wrap their golden arms around each other,
to create the ideal sound of a perfect song.

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Sarah Tripp

Sarah Tripp

Orlando, Florida
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