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chaslikesmath

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since April 2016
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A Beautiful Form of Expression

April 2, 2016

It sings,

oozes through any opening if you give it the chance to.

The wind flows with it through the neighborhood during a hot summer's eve.

It's life.

Everyone knows it because not only can it be heard but it can be felt deep within.

If loud enough it will rumble the ground and shake your soul.

It mends the broken like mending a hole in your favorite sweater.

It flutters the hearts of the happy making them rejoice with every tune.

It can be heard in nature if you just listen,

It can flow from our hands like majic making a device come to life so our creativity will be heard.

It's music.

Everyone knows it... Even if it's only from within.

 

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