A field with symphony sounds
When the clouds came
the rain came down from heaven with vibraphonist sounds
The world and my life are within my own dreams
I have my wit, my heart, its sealed to you
To sleep is to die, but to remember the day I live
Three flutes, two oboes, English horn and a clarinet with a background tambourine
A wayward dance proceeds
This picture of vibrating tunes
A field of dreams with a symphony
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Michelle
Poem created by Greg & photo taken by mOe
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