When the strings groan in melody,
It's not just a tune, it's like my personal lullaby
The way it makes me close my eyes
Drifting away to another time, another life
The way my body has microscopic shivers
The way my hair rises and falls
The way my head tilts back,
The way my shoulders relax
The way my body shifts forward and back
Lips parting,
A soft gasp
Left in euphoria,
Left breathless
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Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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Beautiful perspective in this one👏🏻