Music, Memory, Poetry
Do not of the past, think it be gone.
Listen carefully to the lyrics still playing.
The crescendoes satisfy your heart's deepest cravings.
That poetic soul of yours constantly playing a song.
Mother singing you sweet, angelic lullabies.
The orchestra at your wedding, when you danced all night long.
And at incensed funerals, heavenly chanting went sweetly on.
All these floral notes~ hold them close, never to say goodbye!
4/30/2021
~3~
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