Sticks in hands, music in mind, trafficking in
sublime melodies orchestrated innately from
interior talent and knowledge.
A way of expressing emotions and paths of speech
are still being learned.
Occasions of celebratory moods, opening flood
gates of being into the open air of freedom.
Life-long premiums being secreted in a heart of
compassion, carefully given in measured amounts
of time.
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