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“Come on!” The stepping stones Warm your feet When you land. Clear, tinted blue Flows past beneath them Like a crystal sky. Mischievous wind Tickles my neck, Blowing the hairs away. Sweet rays settle Like a blanket Over my skin. “Do you hear it now?”
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Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 2:56 PM UTC
shhh listen close
“Come on!” The stepping stones Warm your feet When you land. Clear, tinted blue Flows past beneath them Like a crystal sky. Mischievous wind Tickles my neck, Blowing the hairs away. Sweet rays settle Like a blanket Over my skin. “Do you hear it now?”
I was trying to find ways to describe music, but I ended up with something that seems totally unrelated to music lol. But words like “crescendo”, “note”, and even “symphony” seem too impersonal.
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Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 2:56 PM UTC
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