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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley
    • Feb 24, 2021
    • 1 min read

These notes

These notes

Float

By

Kissing my ears

Caressing my eyes

Soothing the soul

And calming the storm

Sedating my limbs

Injecting a warmth

Half drenched in the present

Half cradling the past

This sequenced progression

This wonderfully constructed craft


Lost

In the dream

Of profit

Gifted by an intoxicating infusion

Clarity reigns

Over muffled confusion

Untroubled

A crotchet, a minim, a quaver

Simple life savers

These bars spew forth

A freedom so clear

So clean

So perfectly assured

So utterly pure

Audible parcels of hope

Are these blissfully beautiful notes



24th Feb 2021

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