Wrangling cowgirl-like in wonders of music, tapping and
dancing to rhythms, following their beats incessantly.
Stepping to staccato tones in lengths of interior rhythms,
stroking every beat with intellect, taking most of it's
essence and playing it into portals of wisdom.
Touching and burning fires of tomorrow's blazes as they
take flames, lighting torches of yesterday's fires again
today.
Trying to strike and relight memories into life once again
before leaving realms of reality in the end.
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Trying to strike and relight memories into life brings new ideas here with portals of wisdom. Fantastic composition shared.10