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heart. Words not yet put to music, but a song yet to be sung. The love songs, the happy songs the sad songs we all hear. Are born within someones heart bringing music to our ears. Words are a melody waiting for a tune. They sit here silently written down on paper. Until the first note is played, then the second, they start to come alive for you. The melody begins to flow as they become a song. Some sung fast, some sung slow some sung in languages we don't know. We are all writers, we are all the words that come alive. We are all the tunes being sung. The first word the first note, all come from your heart. Waiting to be sung. Happy words, sad words, romantic words, funny words, hurting words, crying words, laughing words. When spoken come alive, when written down lay silently waiting for a tune. Poetry is music written from the heart. Touched by life, in many ways of which you are apart. Waiting for the first note played, a tune begins to rise. With feelings and desires. As each and everyword ever said, or felt then becomes alive. written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love May 8, 2003 |
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