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Jul 2013
The sound of music bloomed
colors in a wintry empty world.
Such a silly song within  me.
A violin, silent without a life.
Its beauty was locked away.
My searching gaze,
takes our love to make perfect days.
This is a found and visual poem.
Written by
Caisy Jean Smith  America
(America)   
666
   --- and holls
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