Woman at piano;
Fingers wearing thin,
As falling leaves of outside loss
Fall in.
Keys concave;
Turn to ash.
The many sounds of sadness
Clash.
White keys fade to black;
Black remain intact.
As fears of silence shift
To fact.
Foot on pedal;
All motion gone.
Takes the wheel of a broken song,
And drives on.
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great flow. the imagery was great also. i really liked this..
it was sad... and strange..but i loved it
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The last line did it for me. Great imagery and flow.
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great job, great imagery, overall just a great piece
keep up the good work
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really good
i think this flows really well
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wow love it
the form flows well in the shortness of the lines, almost staccato, or stuttering...thanks for sharing this!
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