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Apr 2019
I see the universe
In its truest form
Of beauty,
Where I am standing
On the rings of Saturn,
Watching the sunset,
Not being able to breathe,
But embracing the silence
Of the surreal,
The ethereal image
Being projected to my eyes.
There is no explanation for this,
It is less than describable,
And few moments compare
To one such as this.
Within the music lies this new world of beauty...
Written by
Maude Laurent  18/F/Michigan
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