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by Opera14 Apr 18, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Harmonious melodies rising from each line Fill the room with air as the sun shines down On my back almost completing my inner warmth The sweet sound of the string can't bring me my dame Thought is as best as I can do Dreaming off into the brightness only as I Strike the wrong chord does each string come together To bring me back to the surface A moon away lies my dread Long days of aught won't carry me One turn keeps it in tune I must keep turning everyday