The moon shone
The stars twinkled
The second hand ticked
The turntable slowly revolved
The music played on
An endless, maudlin melody
His thoughts stagnated, focusing on a fixity
And he decided this had to be The End
So he raised his hand
To hit the stop button
Instead, his heart took over
Rewound to the beginning
And began replaying the song
From the very first note
The turntable began its slow, circular, melancholy motion
Once more
This sounds like what I do. Listen to the same song over and over again. Enough to drive the others crazy, Loved it.
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Thanks! 🙏🏽
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Oh! Beautiful! 🌹
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Thank you! 🙏🏽
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Beautiful!!
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Aww, thanks!
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Lovely piece!
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Thank you! Happy Holi!
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Ah, so good. You know…I just got a turntable and have been enjoying buying and playing vinyl again. It really is the superior sound. I was going to write my own poem about it, so I smiled when I saw yours. 🙂
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Thanks! But go ahead & write, I’d love to read! Tell me when up!
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Will do 🙂
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Also, I introduced Vidur to your page. He is in Delhi. I think you’d like his work, too: https://vidursahdev.wordpress.com
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Thanks, much appreciated
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