Creation Of Music - Poem by James McLain
There is no diacritic of five or less.
However rather than being able to hear.
Hearing subjective however.
Combination of any of these five.
Music from a nightingale.
Wherein comes dawn.
Brings to us as many melodies.
Nighttime view of the sky.
Dropping stars in five colors or less.
Creation of music and it's many hues.
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