Replay
This is what my soul sounds like-
crescendo; the silence overflowering
with waves of bliss and rose-coloured hope,
this is my happiness, love stretching out
into a multi-coloured kiss, decrescendo,
a dry bouquet of carnations displayed
at the foot of my grave,
the quiet self of alienation, where I am,
where I’ll be,
till’ you find me
stretching out my hands
to play the song again.
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