Perfect Note
 
The writing seems so simple, as gentle falling rain.
Each line's like a lightning bolt, don't know how it came.
Illuminating in crescendo, as a masters' hand had wrote.
Behold, I am the maestro, each word the perfect note.



By panther811

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


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