Sunday, June 19, 2016


Still covering your noise
With all her piano tunes
And her sweet, youthful voice.
Smooth like giant sand dunes,
Will not forget that lilt
Like gold yarn in a quilt.

Even in her worst times.
She makes a lot of sense.
Like all these war-torn grime,
Obscure me like tall fence.
Her music helps me cope
While I'm learning the ropes.

She is a human muse
Like rainbow colors fuse
Above a dreamy cruise.

Her sound is my barrier
Like Great Wall of China.
No one is scarier
Beneath gaze of Luna
And my soul remains free,
Although your words wreck me.
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