Musicke - Poem by Justin Chan
In these days of busy
Which from deadly routine derives.
Let music infuse your
Let poetry rise like a mole.
Let there be music in the Earth,
As to warm fires in a
Let writing enter the flow,
Of life's river in which we row.
May every breath be a
To heal a scar, seal a rift,
The joy of music in our ears,
The art of writing to our peers.
Let music empower
Let writing discover you.
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