Abstract Night Or Concrete Dream
Silent saxophones sing the reverberating echoes, the songs of the night as chirping crickets conduct
Violin strings drip flavor into each moment with melodies like embroideries of serenades
Cream painted roses lie lusciously on helpless guitars scenting the sound of earth’s praise like would the balm of Gilead on her skin
Speaking to her the languages of sanity, eternity’s cadence as the flute whispers the culture of angels
The romantic noises of trumpets sensual resound at the site of wingless butterflies on deciduous trees as water lilies are teased by bracken ferns
Conifers whisper the tales of organisms in various ecological niches
As osmosis dances across semi-permeable membranes balancing the division of symbiosis while diffusion spreads the news via ~ between harp’s hips
While enabling the stealth of each chord’s intensity to penetrate with dramatic fragility,
Dissolving ~ melting ~ stripping the exotic essences of resonant reasoning
Leaving her to ponder among realities, fairy tales, abstract nights and concrete dreams?
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