Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Sonnet number 6/8

When on my mind a new jig constant plays.
Lyrics and notes crash upon my grey sand.
The chaos comes to light amidst the haze.
Creations seed is sown among our land.
Take up your own respective instrument.
The sounds are faint and distant to the ear.
Listeners lose faith but we ramble bent.
The music comes from where no man can hear.
The empathizer taps his little toes.
Young girls shoot their giggles at their boys.
Romance begins and ends without a rose.
It all began with that which was just noise.
When on my mind a new tune constant plays.
Lyrics and seeds crash upon my grey haze.

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