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LM 3d
Seamlessly stringing melodies,
His hands dance over keys of ivory.
Dark eyes glimmer as the world falls away.
Nothing remains but sweet serenade.
LM 4d
Sweeping seas of grass,

Endless cerulean skies,

And peaks that pierce the welkin.

It is here that I rest,

Swathed in picturesque majesty,

Rather than your caress.
  7d LM
C Conner
Twilight blue rebounds behind
A great ridge of color
Calling for man
To stand before the night

From a distance
Quiet but restless
The brazen foliage always falls
Darkness follows every time
LM 7d
To hear them sing is ecstasy,
Melodies dancing above the ether.
Mortals could never reach their heights.
Blessed with songs sweeter than honey,
We bask in their ethereal beauty.
Each note is a stab in the heart,
Mended only by the seraph's serenade.

Their grandeur is so great
That one must shield their eyes.
With a voice as rich as a cello,
Even speech is bliss.
With lips as red as blood,
They sanctify the most mundane of words.
Nothing could compare.

Drunk on song,
And driven mad by their melodic laughter,
We thirst for their divine hymns.
Human vocals are beastly and crude,
Only worsening our hunger.
Still, we are torn away from perfection,
Pining for the music of angels.

We kiss their feet,
Begging to hear them sing once again.
Heartlessly, they turn away from us.
Never did we think that they would be so cruel.
Desperately, we cry out.
One last pitiful whimper,
Ignored by angelic virtuoso.
"If you heard the voices of angels, could you ever listen to music again?"
LM Jul 18
Barren trees claw the dreary sky
Not even birds dare sing
What life remains slumbers beneath blankets of snow
Immaculately white is the image of elegance
Marred by your footprints alone as you wander
Ensnared in pristine silence
LM Jul 15
To behold you again,
You, with your sweet laughter.
To speak with you again,
To hear your voice again,
To see your smile again,
To meet your eyes again.
All I ever receive:
Desolation again.
LM Jul 15
On evergreen boughs
Rest the scintillating lights.
In memoriam
Of someone I never met.
A life remains unfinished.
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