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The Music Box
Erica Taicz
Timbercrest Jr. High PTSA 6.10.68
Music, is the thread to bind,
Tone, the pigment to amuse.
Breathe, the vibrancy to captivate.
Passion, the eminence to resonate through generations.
Embellished gold and sliver plated mirrors,
keys to unlock a realm,
a reflection of strength,
to control, to unleash,
to inspire, to mold.
Amber pools of honey.
depths unchartered, churned thick by shimmering illusions.
molasses raindrops shatter on the surface,
spilling persuasive golden nectar.
Ripples of honey smooth whispers,
blanket the surface,
like powdery cotton snow.
Fires rage,
devouring, draining, soaking in,
Life,
illuminating,
Life.
Weeping willow's leaves,
stained by bloody tears.
dip into fiery graves.
The music box latches, and
the realm melts into listening minds.
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Listening the music in Band, I was inspired to write about the world of "WOW" music can weave.
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