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Illusion Of A Poet!
I cherish music
But can't play a tune
I love songs
But can't even sing
I know
I can't be a musician
But my heart is full
With saccharine melodies
Life for me
Is sort of a lullaby
that flows in variables
From ballad to acoustic
Or country beats to modern
Whatever kind it may be
My existence is a composition
From which derive innate melody
Music is an expression
Contains ardent sentiments
That decipher the mysteries
In songs played in the heart
The love, hate or ennui
Stimulate the emotions
Enthused influx of inspirations
Stimulate life's meaning
I can not feel life
as a poet
If the music dies
poem
by
Marvin Brato Sr
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