Instrumental Nature

By , Cannon Falls, MN
When a instrument is played
The sound fills the room like a cold wind
Loud like a animals’ roar
As silent as a stalking predator
Rough like a rock
Soft like freshly fallen snow
But then it suddenly stops
Like hard rain easing up
Only to find out it has come to a end





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