Feel it


It's flow,
It's glow,
And it's pleasure
Can't be measured.
It's melody
Is heavenly,
Cures the hurt.
It's a work of art.

Let it flow lavishly
Out of you.
Let your heart
Beat with it
And end up
In the abyss
Of its' bliss.

None other than
Music it is.

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