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Synesthesia

I balanced on a crescendo
as the reverberation of cannon
glanced off my chest and
orange chills ran across my back.
While, as if birthed by the composition,
warm and cool colors danced in the sky
and back, from the now dull red horizon.

I sat, as cellos and violas
seemed to lift a Prince and Princess -
then flutes and violins tossed them high
on bright and light notes 'til
landing on a bassoon's breath
where muscle and sound lay 
             softly still...

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Date: 6/20/2019 2:35:00 PM
the melody of nature and love come together beautifully in this one Craig! Sensual poem :)
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