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The Concert

Longing to sway to the weeping of the violin Even my shadow looks old Pulled forward by the thunder of the piano The keys ripple across my chest Marching between intersections of limbs Quivering with desire to move To flow With the air surrounding the instruments The only time I understand my shadow is when I visit you Give me some percussion to offer Energy I can’t contradict Float me to the very core And transform me A shadow

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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