AbodeA Poem by PeteWhen I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreausaxophone blows speak in tongues guitar strums climb a wailing wall faithful, rock steady percussion stoning bass string plucks reverberate in the soul
a religious experience that never grows old prayed notes and chords bow down in homage raising the dead from a place called sheol . © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 12, 2024 Last Updated on June 13, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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