Sunrise' polyphony subsuming last night's silences. So too,
corona's chaste environs have no place for Avril's fool.
This morn's melodies exhumed by me, fended off dissonance,
until it rose to this afternoon's busy messes cacophony.
Yet, as an avian's trill still rings true, birdsong was sung of what
I'd done, a symphony of empathetic acts danced to a soul's tune.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
Sunrise' polyphony subsuming last night's silences. So too,
corona's chaste environs have no place for Avril's fool.
This morn's melodies exhumed by me, fended off dissonance,
until it rose to this afternoon's busy messes cacophony.
Yet, as an avian's trill still rings true, birdsong was sung of what
I'd done, a symphony of empathetic acts danced to a soul's tune.
Not only hope springs eternal, experiential knowledge does too. Thanx for all you All do. Have a good eve' :) reality
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