MUSiC

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Poem
With melody of someone's thought with the feel.
Roams in my head and heal.
Heals all the pain for sometime.
Until it's with me I am fine.

With the essence of happiness and pain.
It comes into my ear to vein.
With full pressure it push down tension.
It makes us lost in its beautiful creation.

It contain all the type of feel
Whether it is sad, depressing but it can conceal
Its only place perfect for our mood
It's the only thing which can change our thoughts, dude

 It stays with you whenever you want
I don't know why it still can't reach my heart


Something Special :

Music express the words we      
   can't  speak.

● Music is a type of drug to me and                       my ear.

Thank you

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