I write a grand concerto
It is sheer perfecto
I see the musical notes
Like a balloon in the air that floats
It lulls me to sleep
Not waken by a single peep
I dream of my bright spotlight
See my destiny in sight
Someday I'll be a maestro
At the concerto
The crowds love my words
A pierced heart with sharp a sword
My dream is real
So real that I can feel
A melody of possibilities
A path of tranquility
Here I am at the concerto
It is simply perfecto
I dream of my harmonies
Live for the symphonies
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Sarah Loyd
I love movies, music, TV, and all things entertaining. I also love to write poetry. Follow me on X @melodies_marie. You can also find me on Pinterest @sloydmarie.
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