Music is like breathing so steady and true,
It flows through my days a gentle song anew.
No matter how many times the notes repeat,
The rhythm never ends nor feels obsolete.
As air fills my lungs with life’s gentle grace,
So melodies linger weaving hope in their place.
I don’t get tired of breathing nor weary of song,
Each harmony lifts me to where I truly belong.
Music is like breathing so natural and free,
It pulses within me as endless as the sea.
Each day I awaken its chorus remains,
Never tiring, always soothing, a balm for my pains.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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