Music
Music, the addiction of the soul Keeps it in its mood and in this glory Keeps it to love and to hate Keeps it to laugh and cry Keeps me in my domain Making joy and sadness Leaves me in my world Where I have myself to blame and be proud of Keeps me in a forever movement With blossoms and peace Makes me a home when am alone Be my friend when I'm in pain Be the only words I speak to dance to and listen to Keeps me in my world until it's over and then I come back to reality Where I'm faced with all trials Life has in stock. where I'm all on my own and love is forced to be still. I am back in this world where all I am is not me.
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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