A Song Sweetly
The eyes from the soul a song do compose, and freely from emotion doth it flow. Pure melody it should be i suppose, but dreamers' beat could be a bleating crow. To aspire to be all that one can be, a siren's call to transcend destiny. A lullaby to put to rest one's fate, a sad sonnet to ward against world's hate. A solemn hymn to ward against dark strife. Steady rhythm expresses sadly love, maybe ballads to tell of lonely life. A faster beat to rise the fallen dove. Peace, eternally, a sweet song doth sing, and forever love from our hearts doth ring.
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