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Dec 2014
What I see is before me is what music looks like..
To hear such beauty will paint pictures in my mind as I transfer the images for you to read and to imagine..
In the dream I finally see what music looks like..
There is a part of the mind that is dormant in all whom can hear..
This beauty is deciphered by the eyes..
As if you could hear what the colors and sound have to say..
transfer, beauty, eyes, music
Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
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