Watching as life is being corralled in an atmosphere of music
that keeps everyone living in a beautiful desert, surrounding
us as melodies are being spread like honey on bread.
Their sweetness sticking colorfully in our minds while outside
we sit in the safety of a cold winter afternoon, wondering and
thinking of times that held us in a trance of harmonies.
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