the music notes inside me
play like an orchestra
it can only be
my soul's mantra
i am an interesting machine
as i have no power source
am as soft as a cushion
yet hard and coarse
silvery webs of thought
shimmer across the plains of this field
i fear only those i create here
paint pictures that are gray but clear
sway with the wind and sit by the pond
for where i stray i bring many along
dancing through the storm
in my dainty ballet shoes
i fly to your castle in my sun dress
slight smirks leave trails behind
blossoms bloom all around
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