Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.
For they may sound different,
But really, they aren't so strange.
It's the same notes, same melody,
Thousands of years apart.
Extemporize:
To improvise or make up on the spot.
I often find that I am an avid extemporizer,
Stuck in joking conversation:
I extemporize.
may,
nearly beginning of summer
to celebrate, I wear fishnet tights with stars and moons,
a NASA t-shirt,
and a moon necklace
new season of summer, fast approaching
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.
The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.
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