Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry Poems

My logic is a screw·
swirls in -an out of time- piano.
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Figures are dancing in the enigmatic darkness.
Words·blushing notes,
rest in the music stave of loneliness.
Feelings keep quite· shy kids
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My quill is a snob fly·
drowning in sour milk of responsibility.
Drinks the purple blood of Sun.
Wanders in chambers,
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Notes
punish me
because I preferred the challenge of
Harmony.
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No, Hours won't be dressed
in silence clothes.
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