So this is the 8th poem and so it starts the second third part of the series;
I watch the singer
sing a song
and go within myself
The tune cries out
and up I stretch
for the book
upon the shelf
The words I read
and think again
what musings
can be done
I look out through
the window
am greeted
by the Sun.
I watch the singer
sing a song
and go within myself
The tune cries out
and up I stretch
for the book
upon the shelf
The words I read
and think again
what musings
can be done
I look out through
the window
am greeted
by the Sun.
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