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Orchestra


A fog blocks my thoughts

A weight pulls at my arms

I work to write the words

No matter how much it harms

 

I block out the noises

And focus on the sounds

Let the symphony entrance me;

The music that surrounds

 

I have to try my best

To hold back my tears

As the strings are rubbed across

And violins bleed wonders to my ears

 

The instruments connect

To make wonderful worlds appear

And tug at the fog

Until the sunshine is clear

 

The weight no longer pulls

My words flow high and near

And the effort's completely gone

Taken with it my darkest fear

 

My words fill pages

The symphony goes on

And my spirit soars freely

For now and to beyond

 

 

 

 

 
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