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Description

The Gentle Glance of Spring

Marching, live in the studio of Fate,

The first take signals a remix in wait,

Nature's eight-Spring guitar of sunset accord,

Such twilight refrain gifts spine-tingling chord,

Of the highest tonal March attributes,

Deep rounded shoulders carry the night's fruits,

She sounds way across a valley un-muddied,

Crafting smooth delivery well-studied -

Her renaissance spans my devoted movement,

This season's playability and blueprint,

Should see us through in one piece together,

Glassy, sparkly, waking-up forever,

Toggling the senses tuning stability,

Intense calm displays fine humility,

That casual glance of Spring travels on,

For music, time and border's rapprochement,

Free-love heard as a gasp of unity,

Thunderous! Oh passionate euphony!

Echelons of Soul passing Spirits we see,

Expressive bond: She, He the faithful Key!

10 March, 2014
©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

Description

The Gentle Glance of Spring

Marching, live in the studio of Fate,

The first take signals a remix in wait,

Nature's eight-Spring guitar of sunset accord,

Such twilight refrain gifts spine-tingling chord,

Of the highest tonal March attributes,

Deep rounded shoulders carry the night's fruits,

She sounds way across a valley un-muddied,

Crafting smooth delivery well-studied -

Her renaissance spans my devoted movement,

This season's playability and blueprint,

Should see us through in one piece together,

Glassy, sparkly, waking-up forever,

Toggling the senses tuning stability,

Intense calm displays fine humility,

That casual glance of Spring travels on,

For music, time and border's rapprochement,

Free-love heard as a gasp of unity,

Thunderous! Oh passionate euphony!

Echelons of Soul passing Spirits we see,

Expressive bond: She, He the faithful Key!

10 March, 2014
©Daniel Brooks-Laurent