I see my clarinet,
Shiny and black.
I blow my wind with power,
And hear a single
Airy sound
Turning into a deep, mellow note
Moving into the air
So everyone can hear.
I play many other keys,
Their sounds dancing out of my insturment
So everyone can enjoy
And listen to my music, not just hear
The music of my heart
That I created.
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This poem reminds me of a lyrics I know... Let's see if I can remember it...
Red-soaked fingertips dye the atmosphere with fluttering butterfly tears,
And all is turned to sand... Shining, make you cry.
Tee-hee. It's actually pretty cool.
-Kelsey
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