A bell soft sounds fell
A little steeper well
I hear the creak in the door,
tells me oil is needed,
hinges are sore
A step you won't regret
It's low so I drift into to show
The books
The looks
Euphoria
Opus
Blooming of Spring flowers
Opera compost for hours
As I turn a page,
I saw the Orchestra on stage
I am buying this book,
for another look

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