there are songs that we tend to personalize
as if the artistes sung them just for us,
they are some sort of cherished possessions,
and when the come through the speakers,
they awaken a memory,
that ferries us to a distant island,
we rise, we soar, we glide
through the rhythm,
and when we get to the island,
we sit back and soak in the memory,
right there, at that moment of impeccable solitude,
nothing matters - not money, not riches
just the pure bliss of knowing that no one else
will ever know the purity of a simple song.
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