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It had nothing to do with her but it was something to be seen.
I could see it in her eyes, she had no idea, what could it be just fear.
Perhaps one or two shadows of suspicion, not sure.
All i could hear her saying " I wanted to run and hide in a place
where i could see my light again"
I am holding your hand we are reaching home, somewhere safe.
War is spreading in their hearts they can't just get enough.
It would be a blessing to stop and rest but this darkness spreads,
it spreads like a fire under a strong false wind.
 Jan 2017 L Seagull
Poetic T
Acoustic vibrations release the tethers
of a wanting, the music releases the
inhibitions of oneself to the ******
of melodies awakening.

Then there is just the oscillation upon the
part of ones freed individuality that feels
ever motion that washes over individuality
and a mind tingles, freed of shackled reality.

Rhyme weaves upon the curves of all that
it wonders over, opening the realization of
freedom upon the resonance of awaking.
*"A mind is freed with melodies weaving,
have you ever noticed that tingle in your mind when playing a certain song and how it makes you feel happier
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