{aurora: dawn}
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the sweet sound,
of the fingers pressing against the strings.
the flick and swish as the player moves her finger swiftly.
the effortless melody,
amplified.
the marvellous noise,
of the keys pressing to the end.
the deft movement of the page as it turns,
the sharps, naturals and flats,
emphasised.
the fabulous tune,
of the plucked strings,
which bring a monetarily togetherness.
before doing a simply amazing
solo.
the simple band
together,
creates nothing,
but a fresh
symphony.
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not sure what I feel about this one! hope you guys enjoyed it!
thank you all,
- senuri 💜
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inconspicuous
Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
