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Stray chunks of prose, tidbits of poetry, a line here,a line there. |
Taste of the dreams the music can bring feel their meaning deep in your soul let the beat capture your feet as you fill with the gleeful heat From the lights of the music. ______________________________ A sweet night folds the world in her embrace and offers peace to all of the human race but they sip not of the proffered cup and instead on vigorous hate do sup. _______________________________ Dusty leaves from a book of the past How long since you lived last? The very trees of which the paper's composed The myriad poets who long have reposed beneath the expanse of the wings of death, How long since you drew your last breath? ________________________________ 1995 |