Celtic Music
The hypnotic strains of Celtic music
comforts the weary drums of my ears.
These lulling sounds caress the harsh air,
bringing notes of healing to dry my glass tears.
I submerge myself in this spiritual balm,
washing my bitter soul in the melody's pleasing rain.
Soft voices stroke my bruised mind,
while the musical breeze strangles emotional pain.
Angelic tones float through my tired body,
whipping the hardened criminal known as stress.
Waves of harmonic sounds connect
with my dancing skin's invisible dress.
Each poetic song beats upon my heart's drum,
awakening my sleeping spirit to musical joy.
As I surrender myself to the Celtic magic,
a laughing goddess plays with her human toy.
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