A strum. A hum.
That’s all it takes.
To make the heart start beating.
A note. A hope.
The mind’s embrace.
Of moments oh so fleeting.
A star. A jar.
Of rusted pennies:
Change to change the sound.
A smile. Sundial.
The music makes
The lost become the found.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
A strum. A hum.
That’s all it takes.
To make the heart start beating.
A note. A hope.
The mind’s embrace.
Of moments oh so fleeting.
A star. A jar.
Of rusted pennies:
Change to change the sound.
A smile. Sundial.
The music makes
The lost become the found.
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