1 of 10 in the ‘Music II’ series from Jemverse
Like a strong hand to lift my soul Music comes again And as my rock begins to roll Sunshine comes to play Like a fishing net to catch my blues Music drains away All the cobwebs which have gathered In the corridors of grey
Like a drum which beats a rhythmic sound drowning my dismay Music cleanses, music cleans more than I can say Like a sunbeam piercing stormy clouds Cutting through the rain Music is my heart and soul My perfect summer’s day
©Jemverse
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