I imagine it all,
Because the music must fall,
Into my soul,
And out of my fingertips.
It slips out,
But makes it's way back.
The beauty attacks,
And I perish drowning,
In my pool of sound.
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A Plethora of Poems.
PoetryPositive, philosophical, and spiritual poems straight from my mind. I ask that you enjoy and read, even if you are not positive, or philosophical, or spiritual. (Love you beautiful people) <3 <3 <3 (Will be updated constantly) (This book...
