Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale
Wan is the hiemal world outdoors,
The biting breeze blows bitter,
like a blizzard building in momentum,
Cold creeps in through the closed windows,
But his harmonic heart is happy and warm,
touched by tantalizing tingles of tender tunes.
~ silent violins play violet symphonies ~
The mystery of mauve melodies mesmerise his mind,
as he is lost within his mellifluous macrocosm;
Intoxicated with invigorating inspirations,
he experiences euphonious euphoria,
Forgetting the frost and frozen fingertips,
he hums sweet sonatas in the making.
~ soothing arias arouse amethyst emotions ~
A string of soft heliotrope strains
brush away the brumal brutality,
And even as the notes swell, they quell the chill,
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz,
resonating sizzling rhythms all around the room;
Content with cantatas serenading magenta Maestoso.
~ lilac lyrics light up lavender legacies ~
Can he dance for do you move heterogeneous. clam chowder to be ingested can you guess his name. Undistinguished gentlemen ferocious and insane. Currently the much wise sagacious yeti who devolution confer his home to a carpenter. I came to listen to turculent demon who eyes glow with a scinilliant green light a head of a tiger wings of a hawk opens maestoso revealing a conjoined body of faces made of clay crooning in refrain. Heres comes the godhead brain.
The anacrusis, please, andante maestoso,
six bars, before the chorus comes… Hell, what is wrong
with you, the mighty mage of music, virtuoso,
the treble clefsmith? Why the plain and silly song
a pretty flower girl sings outside the window
on her way home from night dating made you put
aside your magic bow? As holy Aurobindo
once said in such a situation: «Ash and soot,
that’s all what’s left of those who dared see the face
of love»… As well as sounds of music, in your case.
This energy is plying and thought is rusting.
Stitches of reason lack a common thread
Seasons are crawling and anxiety keeps trolling.
Maestoso breathe the winds and woods are singing forth
Night is pale, the moon is silver, and black smokes this blackbox.
Hertz are binding, silicones are faulting and waves are fluttering,
Sine after sine, turn after turn
Shifts and twists of no end; bends of no amend.
Pulses of broken cosines and serpents of secants
Wave after wave, traversing the fine of spine.
Indecision rages electric in this sea of blood and wires.
Peels are dry and these coconut eyes are wide;
Hoofs are heavy, and sparks and shouts ride chariots.
These stingings are deathless alas my resolve tasteless
Fangs of this ailment are virgin fresh;
Pangs of this ailment wisp ill meant
But the ale is bitter, spikes of this potion spite
and this, my body burns in an endless jitter.
The man who sits at the edge
of the water
shares the bread
(for you and to the birds).
Familiar with the dream far ago.
He can count when
the lime blossoms crumble
(someone passes to some place
and love is the longest point).
Entire.
Then (i look) it is
maestoso.
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