Untitled Poem, Dead Horses & Mandolin Orange, Shovels and Rope…


Fear rains not.
Clarity converts scenic epiphanies.
Facades furnish the walls.
Faded, peeled paper recollect, gone by.
Dusty crevices shine.

Cadence melodies, distanced foreword.
Hushed tones lull lingered lullaby’s.
Animated joy.
Trembling lips of memory.

….MUSIC FEEDS MY HEART MIND AND SOUL!!!!

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