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Music


The snow continues to fall

Dancing, whirling, twirling, its way down

Ever so beautifully

 

And the flute

Oh, the flute

Playing its beautiful song of joy

 

And I

I just disappear

Into the beauty of it all

Swaying, dancing

Pressing the buttons

Of its long beautiful silver body

And blow ever so gracefully

Making sure not to ruin the

Beauty of it all

 

I turn white and blend into

The snow around me

Until there is nothing left

Other than the beautiful song

And the beautiful snow

 

For once I don’t stand out

And the pain of everything is gone

Like me

 

I had entered into another world

Full of beauty and joy

Where there is no such thing as

Pain


 

 

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chelsea.blanck

I love music, writing, painting, and traveling. I play the flute and am self-teaching myself how to play the saxophone, I also love singing and will randomly start singing while shopping.

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