Music Matters
Sad rylics meet bright straight melody.
Sour feeling wounds up and off of heart.
I have never been told to love,
and I wonder where it comes from.
At the same time, I start to feel the meaning of loneliness, remembering the way your laugh makes me happy.
Being in love is very busy, I hate it! !
But I like the music when I think about you.
poem by Wabi Sabi
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