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Constant overtures of melodic meaning
Finding meaning big enough to block oblivion
Dusk to Dawn
Lights blink on and off
Accompanied by songs the crickets sing
Patterns ordered by divinity
which is merely the drop of a few millenia
in a collective bucket
That whisper softly of time and ancient rhythms
Drowning out the cacophony of nihilistic hatred
Sages speak wisdoms in riddles
That are only meant for me
A well read book turns its pages
In my mind
A composure as dynamic
As the oceanic faults
As still as the depths that
Hold space in tiny composite sketches
Yet in sway the height of vast
Is at peace with awe
About the Creator
Melissa Eaves
I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.
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