Classical lyrics*
To be a poet
Write where you are
A stanza or two
A dance with the pen and scribble on a pad
I see my heart and I am clear
The zone has no movement
Frozen like ice
But I commit and then
Music comes from my hands*
Dom*Colucci 2011
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