Music come on different forms they say, but darling, nature in itself is just as beautiful.
With the soothing sound of endless pouring water 💦 tapping tirelessly against your window pane, accompanied by a clarion form of jazz 🎺; thunder.
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That my love, is an emblem of true peace.
Hope you're having a wonderful Monday.
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'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
