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[viveleroi0]

Music

Imagine you're a ship,
Upon a journey to tomorrow.
Songs are the golden stars,
Which guide you.
Imagine you're a sparrow,
In a gentle westward wind.
Music is the change of season,
Which guides you.
Imagine you're a traveler,
Who has lost his way.
Music becomes a beacon,
Which guides you.

[J.R.V.A.]

Music soothes the savage beast..... Thanks for this cool poem.