Music Poem by welkin siskin

Music



That one thing where every fidgets die,
Where you breath a relief,
a long sigh
befalls not through everything
But through music alone
that has energy to link
the heart that distresses,
to be reborn.

Thursday, October 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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