I'm surrounded by song.
Hands outstretched, it beckons me.
An irresistible siren without form.
I follow it down beaten roads,
Through desolate streets and empty homes
The music carries me ever forward,
Into places that I had never seen before.
A hollow, hidden by falling curtains of ivy,
The ground littered with wildflowers,
Shrouded by ethereal vails of willow branches.
The music lifts me through the grassy clearing
Into the midst of the willows...
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PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
