The Passion Poem by Harlequin Rose
The Passion
If you strike the note just right
then silence has no sound
no more room to lay dormant
no more time to keep the rhythm
no more force to lose its steam.
If you tread the caves of the melody
then the harmony becomes round
and the waves of crescendo become torrents
so if you're going to tread then tread softly
for you tread on the music of dreams.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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