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Symphony of Experimentalists

We all wish to be called Alice
And fly into a land of true dreams.
We all feel like connecting to beyond
The lines our horizon speaks of
Against the never ceasing ideas
That life is as good as music.

We could walk along the varying tempos of this music
And wander in dreamland like Alice
Whose wonder ignites ideas
That drums our dreams
And strings we strum; talk of
In our heart and breathe beyond

We join ideas of here and beyond
Like the different parts of music
Which spots our heart as we hear of 
The wonders that she, Alice
Lived in her very dreams;
A beautiful, welcoming ideas.

We sometimes swim in ideas
In symphonies without knowing beyond
The powers of our dreams
Which sounds sweeter than good music;
Wishing we could hold the hands of Alice,
The magical being we know of

And maybe whisper to her of
Happiness which is no more just ideas
That we float in at the mention of Alice
The one whose life was beyond
The grasp of music
We can only listen to in dreams

Yet, we still believe these dreams
Our hearts yearn for and beat of
Like the constant strumming of music
As a once sickly but made whole idea
The stories we hear of Alice.

We remain envoys of good music
Just in style of a wonder; Alice
Who will always give life to our ideas.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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