Music is a language without words,
It's the soul and heart of the world.
Without it there's nothing to be heard.
The lyrical tune floats in the air,
Haunted or beautiful, but fair.
Music defines one's self,
It sets itself apart from one another.
Happiness is one of the personalities,
Making you feel joyful and smile.
Sadness is another,
Expressing the gloom that you feel.
Music never leaves the world,
And it's always heard.
Never doubt that it's gone,
Because music plays in the heart.
So your never apart.
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Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I come up with sometimes, and if could help me. Comment on this to give ideas for me to write poems on. And I might put up some poems that I like from other authors.
