Sing the Moon to Me

January 18, 2020

Soft, sweet melodies

enlope the best parts of myself

i find beautiful new colors in the words

my soul dances to the sound

of angels

my weary heart breaks for those who can't hear it

the life blood, the immense energy of words

mixed with sounds

the music is within you

let it flow and become your reason

the same way that it is mine

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