To the wonderment of humanity is the design and purpose of
emotion, to be driven in a life of such calamity, push by the unseen to reach
for an unknown, a playground of confusion of which we claim reason.
To a one is the Cello of emotion, given task to be of
harmony or rhythm like the drum, the sheets of music but a single day, the
symphony members the people you meet upon your way.
There has to be a design. It is seen when humanity is at
play, as confused when it is seen as to the one who was seen does emotions
play. The Art of descriptions does the poet lay the believable or dream like,
in something to say, the playing of emotion tis the poets way.
A swill of images may come to mind, should I but describe
just one of these, to each is the difference to each and everyone quickly could
we agree, with meaning should we disagree.
Oh there has to be a design to the emotions, a demand as old
as man.
Chas
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