The Symphony
Art, and the pursuit of beauty. I
have found it. So
many nights of wandering. Pelted
by cold raindrops. Refuge
of the animals. Imprints
upon the heart –
Heartbeat, geometric strange.
At one with fringe expanses, the
cosmos as caress, so far
away from
it all.
The mortal becoming eternal, a
swirl
inside
of
a timeless mind. How
each note
comes
Alive
In
The symphony
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Cipher
Pohms
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I like your description on how you view the night as a symphony