the song is in my head
heaving down my shoulders
crying in my bed
blue sky, gray sky, pink sky, blue
vivid images in my mind
all the different memories
swimming among the music
play it again
relive the feeling
revive the cries
revive the smiles
let me live again
yellow sky, green sky, red sky, blue
vivid images in my mind
all from different times
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Author:
Mr. Not (
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- Comment from author about the poem: its about songs being associated with memories, and the last strofe is about the memories only living in the songs so they're all blended together in that one favorite song
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So timely! Last night I had the idea of returning to an old habit of playing some tunes while nodding off to sleep. And early in the morning to do the same to rouse the awareness of the personal cosmos that envelopes us both in our waking and sleeping states. TFS!
the way music works is a wonder, i guess that's why each inuvidual likes different kinds, thanks for commenting:)
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