Music, a poem of thought

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Music

Music

When music plays,

My life feels unreal,

And my thoughts drift,

To an imaginary land,

Where bad things don’t happen,

And good things always do,

Where I am loved,

But not lost,

Where I am happy……

So when that music stops,

My life seems to end,

Or turn a corner,

Because I am not loved,

Or happy,

But I am lost,

In a sea of darkness,

Where bad things keep coming,

And when the wind blows,

Anything can happen….Anything can happen….

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