Every time I listen
To my favorite songs
That tunes into my radio
Every time I plug
My headphones
Into my ears
Listening to my playlist
That keeps me bliss
Makes to enter into a new world
Where I can hear those soothing voices
Lost into the preludes and interludes
Even a drop of honey will lose
To the music I hear
It's a sanguinary soul, my dear.
Every time I touch
The black and white keys
Of the Steinway's piano
I close my eyes
To the symphony
That comes from my mind
Which is an actual intimacy
Between me and the piano
It sounds beautiful than
The birds that chirps far away
My purest source of sanguine
My dearest love and peace
I'm no one without this love
Music is what I love, the most, in this world.
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Indigo (Everything Speaks)
PoetryA collection of poetries which speaks different emotions of life. #indigo #poetrycollection #poetry #rm
