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Beautiful Music

Her beauty struck a chord|

Presence whispered a note|

Songs composed from her voice|

Soothing melodies with every glance|

A masterpiece in every stance|

Her eyes glow in the dark|

And face shines from the light|

These words constructed from her sight|

Look created an orchestra|

Pianos playing in my hall|

Violins gliding back and forth|

-An old poem, thought ya'll might enjoy it.
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  1. Aya_samaMarch 3, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    This is a beautiful poem. I love it!
    And the picture fits so well with it.

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  2. Philippa DrakeJanuary 18, 2012 at 10:49 AM

    You can almost hear the music.

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