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She sits inside the music Surrounded by the touch of night Lifted up on nagers bright Caressed by felt but unseen light She sits inside the music Makes it softly, holds it close Gives it, takes it, knows it most Wrests it from the restless host She sits inside the music Hurling rainbows through the room Keeps at bay both pain and doom Lighting fires in the gloom Comment on this poem------ Return to the Secret Pens |
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