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by trippetta TC
Her hair like gilded feathers,
Beauty unrivaled eyes like the Cerulean Sea...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...
by Bill Turner
Waiting for a time that is grand
Bottle of lightning in my hand...
by Aries Rising
I won't let them be seen.
So I catch tears with my hands...
Your silence was a roar...
It's skulls bellow the surface
It's hides within the deep...
That words can be simply plucked from the air and shaped into something beautiful is fascinating and wonderful indeed.
Sometimes it's not the music that gets us emotional it's the people and things that come to mind when listening to it.
Anything worth seeing can never be reflected in a mirror.