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by Lisa
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From sun to moon, and moon to stars
These notes I play, for all my scars
Rise then fall, bend and twist,
To fill these broken cisterns.

Somber sounds, of a brooding song
Thick then thin, short and long.
Soaring high, and pitching deep
To ease my states of mind.

From clear to clouds, and clouds to rain
This sullen song is all my pain
Building, bursting, rising, welling
Flooding this shallowed soul.

Not finished... but please comment
or give advice of any sort thanks =)


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