(12.29.20)
Melodies trickle out
Fingers bruised and aching
But I ignore
The temporal pain
I am one with the instrument
In my sore hands
I am the creator
Of music
How I love
My music
Playing until
My song is sung
How I've missed
This unity
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Words of the Soul
PoetryRandom poetry I've written. Thanks to @FZhang for the awesome cover (again!) Most impressive tag: #78 in Thinking
