The Music Poem by Reddle Hinheart

The Music



Meek a prayer everyday,
To long the risen sounds of may,
Tell them, oh, so sunny ray,
With behold and runny way,

Fall to all the bunny dear,
Might and fangle such of ear,
Lean to welcome of the wear,
Gentle melody of Sir,

Cry a moment of distraught,
Black and ever funky bought,
Mean the sanity of writ,
Fonder every little what,

Tease a wonder of the pause,
Wind the mingle of the gross,
As to every mind and boss,
Tumble every bind of was,

Check a counter to my ring,
Does of every utter sing,
Cause so gentle and will bring,
Fought to every brittle wing.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Behind every tone was the passion. What every lose; and every breathe. To take a nap or ever let. What you deceive will never prove.
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