March 5, 2009
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A sweet thing
A color you can hear
A scent
A taste
It rings like chimes to me
A choir of angels
Filled with faeries beyond imagination
Music is a passage
To a more beautiful world
That hides within the mind
Waiting to be released in the 5 senses
By the creator
Of all the creator's dreams
Such a delicate thing
But can easily disappear
Into never ending oblivion

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