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mangoes and avacodos to you darling.
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There was silence- anticipation was in the air
Finally! The concert is starting.
Velvet red curtains separate
The twinkling lights dim
and
the musicians are in the spotlight.
They are as still as
clay figures...
then they come to life, along with
their instruments.
I hear the violins
dancing,
twirling,
leaping.
I hear the beautiful harp,
sweet and clear
touching the strings of my heart.
There's the melodious flute
drawing open ears
like Pied Piper.
I hear the soft addition of the triangle
that sounds like little bells
making it seem even more
magical.
As the song continues,
the noise
grows,
climbing up
a hill,
it reaches
the peak of the mountain,
the crescendo
then slowly
crawls
back
down
Until the last note
hangs,
suspended
before it
disappears
Leaving an echo
in the room
and a smile on my face.
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Imperfect Pieces
Short Story❝perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.❞ We are all imperfect because we're human. It's just who we are- flawed. We can't ever be perfect, no matter how much we try. I accep...
