I am harmony
Bent through the air
And intertwined with sings and songs
Beneath the tidal wave of the loudest voice
We hang in the sky of pitches and openings into a new sound
The resonance of fleeting hums and sweeping strums
Of sings and songs
Yours and mine,
Bent through the air,
To become one.
I am harmony.
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