AbodeA Poem by PeteWhen I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreausaxophone blows speak in tongues guitar strums climb a wailing wall faithful, rock steady percussion stoning bass string plucks reverberate in the soul
a religious experience that never grows old prayed notes and chords bow down in homage raising the dead from a place called sheol . © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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