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Trails of Melody

That sad haunt of strings and piano Sets the mood to that blue kind of high And suddenly I am strung in the sky With the clouds running through me Chilling in me the crushing lullabies I realize how significant they can mean Why expect anything in return? It is what you mean to me that burns It is what you mean to me that sails me high I wish in that moment…when the trails of melody ring You would just listen to the song And know what I mean I wish you well May your week sail

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Date: 5/10/2014 12:51:00 PM
Laura, I'm quite sure that you also play a musical instrument. The way you string words together have a musical quality to them. I even come up with my own melodies to them in my mind. This one here will make a perfect interlude between longer songs I'm sure and its brief presence leaves the reader wanting more.
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Date: 1/27/2014 9:17:00 PM
If anyone's week sails, I hope it didn't board that ship that came from Jamaica. Interesting write.
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Date: 1/27/2014 4:09:00 AM
Ljke this one...a little vague but alluring ...
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Date: 1/26/2014 7:12:00 AM
Laura, a special poem. I love the sound, it's chases certain vibes away. I suppose. Skat
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