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Poetic Lines?

Symbols ring, and voices chime, people march, to the time.

A foot on the pedal, hands on the keys, a flip of the page, then in we breath.

The wind's in my hair, the sun's in my eyes, the birds I hear chirping, everything's alive.

Night stars are creeping, across a black dark sky, wisp's of the moon, dangle by my eye.

The leaves say kish, the breeze does sigh, I walk along, a midnight sky.

Where I wander, is for me to know, how I get there, through deepest snow.

Twice they asked, once I said, three were answers, confused in my head.

Many rivers, open seas, thought to drown, but not to be.

The anthem is sweet, the chorus is wild, the tune is amazing and the best is your smile.

The sugar of dawn, blows in your eyes, it says good morning, my little sunrise.

A weaver's loom, with steady hands, a tapristry, for other lands.

Everything great, and everything not, everything where ever, is what I have saught.

Squeaking doors, nailed shutters, no one's here, pigeons flutter.

A breath pops out, with a sigh and a squeeze, a breath comes in, with a cough and a wheeze.

Struggling against, the reeds so tall, falling down, with a shuddered call.

A dieing breath, a palm on the chest, a carved out tree, river hear this last request.

Something lost, to be found, river's bed, or solid ground.

With a wave of it's hand, on the crack of dawn, 'come sail with me, come sing my song'.

Clash clash, waves are heard, a sigh in my breath, turned homeward.

Songs in the wind, notes in the air, a steady beat, but from from where?

A hand held out, to the waves, a question asked, to be off and away.

Songs songs, their blissful tune, notes sing out, the chorus in bloom.

Leaves that shine, with water drops, drink them now, remembered forgot's.

Sweet sweet sounds, scent the air, with honeysuckle, and songs to wear.