Otherworldly Sounds
The city is
cloaked in shadow
On my radio
I hear otherworldly sounds
brass,percussion and
singing in a language
I don't understand
The sounds reach
the core of my being
motivate me to
write this ode
Music has the power
to support one's
strengths
as does poetry
The music continues to play
My pen continues to
write
the beat is gripping me now
And the words come forth
The night becomes my plaything
As I delve
into my subconscious
for the right word
Search my inner self
to find something
others can connect with
and even take joy in!
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