There he sits
Light dances in symphony
Only the essence of life itself
Can play such a song
Only the soul of one so true
Can listen to a power so raw
The light will play its tune
Upon he and he only
For the purity of his mind
Is not dependent on his smile
The mask is easy to move
Only for those of grace
And the warmth of these rays
Will only appreciate such ways
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
