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Music Man by LindiWait

LindiWait | Feb 10th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

His lungs were a hymn
and ribs caged a pigeon with wings
that span the length of a symphony
It sings
In discord against doldrumming winds

Music Man has the blues
He’s searching for lighter notes
to burn the harmonious cigarette of his tunes
Flickering melodies into a tray of resonance
where the ash particles dance with a god-like petulance

Today
If Music Man breathes
He’ll birth a Phoenix.

Poet Bio

LindiWait is a writer of things from Johannesburg, South Africa.

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