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The air is breezy, the night is silently resting under a moonless sky.
Incense burns strong but on this night;
the scent was like faint words to an untrained ear.
No Moon to gaze upon, nothing to offer condolence.
And just as discontent quickly enters, it leaves.
The wind rises,temporarily transposing all thoughts rational, all things not rooted,
all things unclear.
A moment in chaos passes quickly but the memory cannot be repressed,
appreciated.
The clouds, gone with the wind. The moon; once hidden, illuminates.
The scent of vanilla filled the cosmos and the song retold creation
A melody in which the beautiful voice perplexes the laws of science.
The song that exalted Kings and crowned Queens played until the Sun silenced
him dead.
Copyright © Ty Rodgers | Year Posted 2008
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