Passing breaths in the winds
Music notes that fill your heart and imbibe into your being
Glowing lights reflect off of my paper heart
Hidden flesh that make the guitar strings dance in exuberance
Colorful lightning mind clouds filled with in-ambition and summer salt air
It’s a dirty road and no one comes out clean
It’s a life well lived and no one comes out alive
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone
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Author:
C.J. Knudsen (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem about the rock bands living in Laurel Canyon in the 60\\\'s.
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