The piano strikes a chord;
The audience no longer bored.
I lick my lips, readying the for the downbeat,
And inhale deeply, beginning to tap my feet.
Then, the music explodes from within my heart,
The choir singing powerfully with our amazing start.
I'm grinning; I can't help it.
I relish every musical bit.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
