She doesn’t strike a chord
She just presses keys down gently
And lets her music
Linger through the night.
I let it play, I let it play
I let it hold me till the day.
Friday, November 30, 2007
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I've always been of the opinion that poetry doesn't have to be stuffy and academic, but vital, relevant and fun. All thoughts and commentary appreciated.
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