![]() Notes and LettersA Poem by Anna WritesMusic molds into words, words cast into music, Hit the notes, coin the right words.
Pull the sterling string, let its rich sound resonate in the dark, the pulse thudding into every fibers of the heart.
Fingers of the breeze, caressing the golden windchimes, scratching of pen against parchment, scribbling rhymes. © 2008 Anna WritesAuthor's Note
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