An afternoon of music, a feeling...
Horizon crimson in the zenith of the firmament
Moment expected in yearning
As a garden waiting for the dawn
The words bloom in our being
With rhythmic movements and cadences
Dance smooth in curves delusional
Among complicit smiles of lovers
How serene lake water’s
It involves me smart leader
Of the universe infinite of words
And dancing, follow happily
The finale say goodbye is slowly
As a dropp of dew on the leaf
That tenuous thrill, nostalgic retract
And sweetly falls...
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On Words For some its rap with its cadence Others prefer a slow waltz in a flowing sense But words in joy regardless of the delivery Are meant to tease and stimulate the hearer. While spoken in anger words cannot be recovered For once cast out they are discovered To be the end, not the beginning Of expression that is now destroying. And yet words are the music of creation When proper choice are man's salvation Showing the inner spirit and the soul Of those both young and old. Merry Christmas! (Think about it.) s