October Eats Around Phoenix
When I write music, I compose with flavors. I combine the piquant with the sweet... the savory with the delicate... I think of the many...
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Poetry
The soul closes
Heartstrings detached
Remembering the dream..
In better days
Wisps of tears stream..
Storm clouds envelops
The sky predicts the fury..
Story of heaven and hell
Cackling of the birds
Disappear in the horizon..
Silence..
~SC
When we cross bridges
We learn to fly..
Each day.. a stepping stone..
Step-by-step we complete our journey..
Despite tumultuous waters..
Don't look down..
Heaven is across the way..
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