Summer Breeze

This music is touching, the string are prominent,

The notes rage like an undying cry.

You may hear it’s tone, but do you feel its story?

Sing like the birds on a crisp spring morning,

Wake like you have a purpose.

Pluck the string when all others are deaf to your calling,

Breathe like the summer breeze that dares to touch your skin.

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