The pinnacle of euphoria and peace, as well as the rhythmic heartbeats of dysphoria. Once my eyelids close in the silver moonlight, the rhapsody of nostalgia will begin to fill the ravine of my tortured heart.
Listening to the obscure tune of a forgotten elegy about the shattered pieces of my memory in the sky. Star-crossed feelings, waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of a piano beneath the ocean, drowning in melancholy beneath the bright stars. I hid my tears in the chambers of my heart, hoping they would devour the anguish inside.
As of true bliss set in a vivid dream of green trees on a mountain top kissing the highest clouds. Music heals the soul with fragments of blooming delight. The ambiance of joy was flaunted in the mirror, through my smiling eyes. A mellow melody is moving my body to twist. In the midst of the starburst neon lights, I'm dancing my final waltz.
In the pink sky, an eternal song floats on cloud nine. With each breath, an ebullient drum inside my heart pounds loudly, producing a fancy harmonic sound. Love and music are inextricably linked, like a heart seeking its half. While listening to a song from a shuffled playlist, a silhouette dances inside my head as I imagine each amazing masterpiece as a statue in a museum. On an old acoustic guitar, I'm writing a love song.
Music can bring a smile, break someone's heart, and teach us how to love. Music can recognize the nameless and convey the unbeknownst. My heart will be quickly healed by music once I hear the rhapsody of nostalgia. My sacred oasis, a melomaniac's haven.
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In the Blue Sky
Poetry"Once upon a time in the blue sky." A collection of locutions about love, dreams and life. Full of random thoughts soaring above the blue sky. Daylight 2023
