ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: LOST SENSES (ft. emotions)

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Her voice much more than a melody,

Assorted in the fluorescent air

Made rhythms that held sweet secrets.

But not forever did it wear

The dressing of symphony.

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She paintined her canvas with vivid strokes of beauty

And arcs of delicacy,

As she sketched a serene scene of her life.

But did she knew she what would it lead?

Will she forever have these senses till infinity?

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Music flowed through her veins,

Like waves near the shore

And hands gripped softly, the paintbrush to smudge a scene with sanity.

But as they say, "nothing lives forever"

Maybe even senses are like mortals

They die, as time passes by.

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No more melodies, no retrieves,

No more scenes of beauty undefined.

No more vivid strokes or music notes

And no senses to hymn or paint the canvas of life.

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But, as it's also said "memories never die"

~The music is still heard overblending the cacophony of life

While the canvas remains untouched under the fluorescent sky.