Foisting a measure of poetical talent onto musical intuition,
sensing the interior beauty of life.
Watching echoes reverberate through canyons of my soul.
Entering the tunnels of landmarks situated in my mind,
awakening tender ideas, sleeping there among the notes of
inner despair.
Touching any number of elevated tones, reaching in and
gathering much more than anyone can see.
Fulfilling desires and wishes of inner content, watching them
envelope my being with ever watchful mysteries, sating the
entire pool of tears holding me in a prison cell of yesterday's
abuse.
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