A song
A song that rings in your ears even in partial consciousness,
which makes your heart explode into millions of drops of colour,
which makes your heart explode into millions of drops of colour,
The glorious, interwoven melody within which you seek answers,
which takes you places and gives you a high,
which takes you places and gives you a high,
Which forever imprints the first time you ever heard it, in your memory.
The time of day, the weather, the colour of the sky,
what you were doing and what you were thinking of and feeling,
The time of day, the weather, the colour of the sky,
what you were doing and what you were thinking of and feeling,
There's one for every season.
It's there for a reason,
It is unadulterated inspiration.
Labels: poetry


1 Comments:
It's fascinating how you weave words so seemingly effortlessly and they're like pearls falling off your fingers as you write away.
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