Sound and Vision- a prose poem

I’m letting go of the books and letting the music take me where the rain gets in. Why bemoan my lost light and why not go to the one thing I have left my hands left and right? Knowing what I truly love I will and not seek the knowledge that never makes the world turn or the sun shine bright. I’m still alive and I know because I heard it in a song on the wings of dawn.

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This is great. I love the wings of dawn line.

We all struggle,
But our hearts are in a good place.