is when we are one
When our different beats
find congruence
and become beautiful.
But of late your guitar
And my flute
Dont sound right.
Who's supposed
To get into tune?
Because when we
are not in harmony
We become noise!
Loud, stressful noise
Not only to ourselves
But to those around
as well.
Why dont we go
to the ochestra tonight?
Maybe seeing the harmony
of others so different
Will rekindle the harmony
That is you and me.

Poetry by she
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Written on 2009-07-06 at 10:14

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