Character of music
They said, play for us minds elsewhere; browsing through the unanswerable tiptoeing in the yesterdays of today flinch, a forest of memories not to be touched the music, whistled by They said, play louder drunk in the vodka of society like biking down a slope with no breaks wry hands clutched the source of thought a rugby ball waiting to be thrown Here is not where they want to be glass breaks but air not the music whispered by They clapped I said, petals you may hear but the stem is the source water, air of the indestructible music — Moeka Koyama, Motueka High School
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