The Melody Of Legacy
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Her veins flowed with beats in her wrists,

Notes on ribbons singing a tale in vain,

Her hair flowed a river of song, of a love broken and incomplete.

Her falsetto was a cry of longing, a longing to be home.

Every word she sung spilled like water,

And sentences of wisdom were formed within a ballad.

Her tears were made of ink,

And when they fell, her sorrow was forever written.

Her life was a song.

A sad song.

But in the end, it was a melody of memory and legacy.

The legacy of the Songstress.


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