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music – poem

October 29, 2012

a lovely poem from likethesunshone named waiting made me think of this…

No violin so sweet
or note so pure
as music love creates,
when played by two
apprentices to touch
and taste of knowledge
once held secret.
Loosened by breath and sigh
upon summer breeze,
till maestros of one another
perfect symphony complete.

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From → fiction, poetry, romance

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