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Start To Endeavour

Start To Endeavour

Start To Endeavour

Does the feeling exist i'm yet to discover 
I'm surrounded by loved ones and music I endeavour 
My mind is blind and my eyes are a mirror
These surroundings and feelings i'm yet to capture 
I need to wake up and not time watch forever 
Movement and emotions are one's for the future 
Discover, endeavour, mirror and remember, the music you hear, forever the future 

I notice my feelings are buried within 
When Adele and her voice bring hairs to my skin 
My mind is now open, her poetry strikes deep 
This beauty in front I take to my sleep 

My eyes are streaming, my senses are shining 
The beat has ignited the light that is timing 
My music, my life, the candle is burning  
The tunnel is wide, the volume exciting 
It's time to eject, shed light and reflect 
This chapter I've lived, I will never forget 

Discover, endeavour, embrace the future, my music and soul, the art I live for

 

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Marion

A fabulous write Dan...welcome to Cosmo ??

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Dan Brain

Hi Marion.., Thank you for acknowledging my write and commenting kindly. Yes.., that was my first share on here.

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Gwendoline

Wonderful piece, there is a beat to this as you read. Music is like food for the soul. Beautifully penned 

welcome to Cosmo 👋🌻

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