#45 of Poetry
I wrote this poem sophmore year during district music festival.
Beauty of Music
The heart pounds
Time flows
As does music
and Love
Never ending are
The sounds flowing
In my head
Never ceasing
is the Love
That fills my heart
With beautiful sounds
Trouble goes
And memories stick.
~bhscorch
"Beauty of Music" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License
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