Chasing songs

poem by: Scribe Granted
Written on Jan 14, 2017

Running to be raptured by sonic typhoons.
Travelling to stars at noon and the sun under moon.
Amplifying emotions to a deafening image.
Escaping reality over auditory bridges
I drown beneath sound-waves just to consume tunes.

Tags: happy, rhyme, dark, imagery,

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Edward shields commented:

Scribe don't understand this one.

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