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Melodies are like a cloudless sky,

sometimes gliding into your head

and other times disappearing into a thin wisp of air like an

Umbrella of fear,

she trudges along the icy uphill of the mountain,

her lips a frosty shade of blue,

her cheeks drained and colorless,

her eyes barely open,

her clothes covered in a thick blanket of snow.

a mist picks up and

Your passion

is when you strum the delicate strings of a guitar,

the acoustic ballad you’re playing ringing throughout the room.

Or when you’re lightly touching the tender keys of the piano,

The mossy grass is

damp after a long pour of rain.

The snow-capped mountains

are colored a powdery white

in the distance.

The sun is setting under the

cool blue waves,

sloshing forward and

I wake up on the other

side of the bed

with my alarm clock

pouncing

screaming

urging me to awake.

I look at the sun rising