| Open Poetry #1 |
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The Color of Your Sound |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Before rain, a barely windy night, I stood wrapped silently in my invisible blanket of fear. In stillness, I run from secret danger, hide from realized dreams. There is a strangely tender voice circling in the damp air and tranquillity now lies somewhere beyond the raging skies. I escape for a brilliant, unexpected moment of infinite calm into a strange and sudden wonder, as I listen to the magic colors of you sound. For, there is no intense fear that cannot be exstinguished, if only briefly, through the music that plays forever in a crystal palace beyond the shore of humanity. ------------------ Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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