Quietly listening to the passion of an entire lifetime,
keeping it closely in check and safe at all times.
Nowhere passages of time, always being collected in
pieces of literature, being arrayed in fashionable
designs.
Carried forth in ribbons of rhythm, laced around each
note and being generated with a semblance of poetical
music.
Connecting with every measure of intellectual
proclivity, while continually searching for interior
pathways through imaginational thought.
Softly lit and genuinely sensed, rapidly sounding
tones falling incessantly into pools and oceans of
difficult circumstances.
Anticipating chords of discomfort and discrepancy,
allowing for their appearances to make the most of
diversity in life.
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