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Posted: Nov 17, 2008 by Hanedin inWhat are words when the moonlight sonata fills your mind with sheer bliss. What are thoughts when they seem to crumble away to make room for this immense force. As each notes rips through my body, fire grips my veins and love blinds me.
The Moonlight Sonata flows through me, and I give myself to it. If there is a god, this is it.
Yess! *pumps fist into the air*
Aaaaaaaaaaand BACKK. :)
Afternote: There must be something really powerful about Kipling if a word forces poetry you read millions of years ago to resurface back with a single jolt.