For the Hymn of the Heart Poetry Contest sponsored by Hiya Sharma
The chorus a poet bleeds drips with loud doubts belted out by a wounded choir. Booming notes dance in fevered circles inside the center of her barefoot brain. The orchestra schemes within the ancient shadows to clutter her words with redundancy. The conductor stabs each malicious doubt with a sharp wand heated by talent.
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