“Music was her soul's salvation.
It was what she got high on , a drug delivered in the most divine way”
Feet tapping to the rhythm,
Head filled up with tunes,
Her fingers long for an instrument
to play her lyrics to the moon.
Like colors sprawled across canvas,
She strings a dazzling harmony,
The moon hums to her melodies,
and the stars to her art sway.
She's a Musicophile,
One who breathes in music
like much needed
air.
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My inspiration was my friend, ain't telling who tho XD
I actually suck at music lol.
FOTD:
If you're in a circle that's straighter than a rectangle, more spherical than an oval, heavier than a pen, lighter than a nacho, the length of the width is 20cm and the width of the height is 5 mm,
what's the color of water?
YOU ARE READING
Nirvana
PoetryShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
