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rhymesalot

Outpourings from the poor old porous mind

Day: December 15, 2018

Pandora’s Box

It’s hard to feel better,
when every song sounds the same.
They’re all about love.
And in all I hear her name.
~
Melodies of yesterdays,
now static in my mind.
Harmony found muted,
only silence now to find.
~
Tomorrows skip forward,
tonal change taps away.
But the beat must go on,
tuning out on Saturday.

~*~
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Posted on December 15, 2018 by Rhymesalot Posted in love, poetry Tagged love, memories, music, Saturday, time, tomorrows Leave a comment
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