Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

from smoke

composers
hold the wires of their brain
together, creating sparks
to collect smoke, dust, and dark
into a musical melody
to paint light across the night
or to pen night into the day
a shot of spontaneity into
the monotony,
music is an alchemy
all different, yet made
from the same words the universe
has to say

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: genius

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