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Lyre, Me

Curious how the sound of you
Pulls strings of my Soul
I had no idea were there.
Heart strings or chords
What’s more is more
Evoking memories and moods to care.
Dancing as a marionette
My nerves are forced to perform.
 
By choice or by your will
Movement inside– body still
Twilight’s breeze when the strings dance and sing to me.
Oh Lyre, Lyre, Lyre
The sound becomes my compass.
Reverence or meditation
Hearts know– more or less.
 
~Introverted Sage~

15.2023.07

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