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Oct 2017
My breath becomes baton
aimed at heart.
Melodies take their pitch
with another breath,
as wind violins mesh with
heart instrument.

Drum beats exploding
inside grace,
as birds like flutes
merge with
hearts woodwind ensemble.

All is peaceful
as dancing feet
complete moment.

A moment aligned
in my own grand song.
Won't you dance with me?
Star BG
Written by
Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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