Woven amidst the fabric
that's emitting Cobalt Blue
Are threads of unknown colors
that pattern with their hues
This mind has never seen before
such a score that could shame the symphony
Music somehow follows the blue
as it touchs behind my eye
A little piece of cloth from eternity
In my fingers,as I cry
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Author:
dean langmuir (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2022 09:06
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Comments2
Love the cadence, it flows beautifully like the music. A lovely write!
Thanks Bella,take care
I really like this ! Good way with words .. flows nicely
Thanks Violet.
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