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Feb 2018
Ears posing,
as magnets to songs open
while music drifts gracefully.
Sounds spin,
with invisible motion
tantalizing hairs that sway like grass in wind.
Vibrations travel,
making way for tide waves of happy to anchor.
Music,
the song of soul
integrates
in day thats destined for dreams.
Inspired by chat with John McFadyen  Thanks
Star BG
Written by
Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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