Watching night growing into dawn
Cloudy lights color fawn
It steals through curtains on my face
Smoky curtails vision haze
And I play those chords in my soul
Violin on keyboard
Mount and hole
The abyss of darkness
A world inside
Of thrill and of wisdom
Death and life
Succumbing dark
Creamy light
Pearls on cream
Chords on rise
The flow indeed
of red in veins
Up it grows
down it rains
Phoenix Life
Plays its game
Flows from hard
to soft with fame
Walls of privacy
Curtains same
I play those chords
Yet again
Written by - Mystical Wanderer
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