Music
She sat down and she played me a song.
She strummed her strings.
She let out her voice.
Together they made beauty, blessed beauty.
A song so pure, so full of all that is and will ever be.
So beautiful, the notes will shed tears of triumph and woe.
Music will scream out,
"Lord you have blessed me with ears
to hear the blessings of life.
You have given me tone
to feel the meaning of life.
Most importantly,
you gave blessings
to those who give me life."
She stood up and went on her way.
Her mystery peerless
with exception to the beauty of music.
Her song will forever be a part of me
and all that I find beautiful.
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