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Water Music

Water’s voice is sweet; Playing soft whispers across the rocks, sculpting ground, trickling, lapping staccato; a splash crescendo a symphony begins. A musical genius writes notes in the earth; pulsates to it’s own compositions; Universal, it rides the winds collecting harmony. It lulls us to sleep and awakens us with it’s baritone roar. Listen…there is no surround-sound quite like water’s symphony.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 2/25/2019 6:28:00 AM
Not being musical in the least, not even able to clap on rhythm, and not caring, this one took my breath away just in knowledge of terms alone. None of which I have.
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 2/25/2019 8:30:00 AM
That's really accomplishing something for a poem. Thanks.

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