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Drops of liquid sunlight
Found their way down from the canopy of thick green leaves
And dispersed themselves among us
He with the harmonica
Sat beautifully
Making love out of music
The specks of light found him brilliant
And danced upon the silver of his instrument for a moment
Before finally making their home in his eyes
Those eyes that made magic, that knew love
Across from him I sat
Observing quietly this great phenomenon
In which a pure soul first gave birth to infinities and impossible truths
Across from him I sat
Unheard and unknown
While dreamily he looked past me
And played a lovers song
For that wondrous angel
With the pink in her hair















Comments
The end was a bit confusing cause at first I thought you were talking about him but you shifted into talking about an angel.
But it's alright I got it now.
--
Your friend,
Heather
POCS
(Peace out cub scout)
-Aaron
"give me a fu**ing kazzo and i could make better music than you"
-billy corgan
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