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SOUNDS OF MUSIC
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As I listen to the soothing sounds of music,
I close my eyes, slowly swaying to the waves,
feeling as if I am floating on a cloud,
peacefully releasing senses of pressure.
When the beat gets stronger and sharper,
all my joints move in separate directions,
bouncing like a beach ball with no finale,
as I peel to the wild rhythm of thunder.
Expressive are the sounds of country tunes,
some vivacious, while others make me sad,
a unique sound for the young and the old,
making distinct stops down those country roads.
How classical is the beat to the themes of love,
with compositions that have settled for centuries,
immeasurable melodies tell us stories of unity,
emotions so magnetic, I fall in love all over again,
What a fantasy, walking in a room with all eyes on me,
dressed in my ballroom gown, I dance with the only one I see,
while we hold each other and gaze in each other's eyes,
with the sounds of music beating in our hearts forever after.
If I could fly, I would spread my wings
to the Sounds of Music.
Yana Petkov
24th February 2004
As I listen to the soothing sounds of music,
I close my eyes, slowly swaying to the waves,
feeling as if I am floating on a cloud,
peacefully releasing senses of pressure.
When the beat gets stronger and sharper,
all my joints move in separate directions,
bouncing like a beach ball with no finale,
as I peel to the wild rhythm of thunder.
Expressive are the sounds of country tunes,
some vivacious, while others make me sad,
a unique sound for the young and the old,
making distinct stops down those country roads.
How classical is the beat to the themes of love,
with compositions that have settled for centuries,
immeasurable melodies tell us stories of unity,
emotions so magnetic, I fall in love all over again,
What a fantasy, walking in a room with all eyes on me,
dressed in my ballroom gown, I dance with the only one I see,
while we hold each other and gaze in each other's eyes,
with the sounds of music beating in our hearts forever after.
If I could fly, I would spread my wings
to the Sounds of Music.
Yana Petkov
24th February 2004