Musical Whispers
Music is soft,
music floats aloft.
Then it whispers in my ear,
that I should come near,
and learn the wonders of the world.
My mind twirled!
Oh the sounds!
The music flowed with ups and downs!
Now as I turn around,
the music frowns.
I must go home but I'll be back to play another day.
poem by Wre Rabaca
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