The day has dawned bright
And the melody begins to rise,
Up on higher like an arc, as
Pure a crescendo as the light.
So- the music rises in my soul
But haunting me always,
Like the delicate chime in the wind
Or maybe a distant goal.
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The mellow aroma of the reds,
The naughty rose teases me,
Softly as a petal brushes
Come on now gently.
The perfume lingers on
A soft reminder, a smile,
And in a secret that endures
Within the petals entwined.
1 comment:
"Clarity is dawning on me.. but there a few things in the grey that remain at back of my mind.. like little secrets hidden in layers of subconsciousness.."
Do you mean wht I infer?
PLease excuse my limited sensibilities..
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