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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Poem 108: SunIshNinGeS

Hopping on the rays of light
music dances through the night
carrying the song of sun
to ears as they're in sleep.

Dancing on the waves of wind
softened notes have become dinned
like laughter they explode 
in bursts of energy.

Moving through the changing time
musics matched with life find rhyme
supporting growth they sway
to sun-sung melodies. 
 

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