The harp so sharp to be disregarded A sound from the harp Was so sharp,but warped with the tides of time Wielding authority as it reaches its peak and fall like mists dust Touching the inner core of marrow Connecting lyrics to my heartbeat Soothing the soul,swelling voluptously touching a brain set on its palm. With music of the previous era to embalm And beats to bury as we drown into the honey-dew beats of the modern times. One pulling the strings is the one with sound in his custody. The sound touches the heart of the air And bring the wings of the wind together in applause. The earth bore the weight of dancers with stoic suffrance. Like penguins,they graced the dance floor Some soft sweet moves as though they were touched by a soft breeze. They got drowned in its candy As it came handy. Music by the Big Dudes seemed to affect them powerfully Turning the veins into strings of a guitar As the body is submerged into a stream of sweet music Coming with a rhythm, banishing the harp and disregard it with its sharp strings.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 19:21:48 +0000
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