need music I need
music flowing through my fingertips
restless, sensitive, for my
distant echoes, stained with bitterness,
melody with deep, clear, slow
as a flowing liquid.
Ah, the wholesome
rock, old, yes, and severe
as a song that sings
those who have died, exhausted, to
they can rest, a song
like water falling on my head
and my limbs like a dream
that due to a flush shine.
work some magic Melody:
A spell of relief, and quiet breath, Quiet
shellNo, sinking,
between colors that are melting, deep into the underwater
quiet sea and floats forever in a pond
greened light of the moon light when reflected.
...
...
But will the silence vast and starry deep
and now it seems that tonight is going to end the world in a huge
death of black ice.
Poems of Elizabeth Bishop intertwined and Luis Urbina.
Gaurav S.
to VI.V.MMVI
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