The gentle melodic plucking Of the skilled harpist's fingers Lifted my spirit and imagination Soaring beyond the wooden rafters Up over the eternal Blue Ridge Mountains And into the fairy world of bliss Where I sipped nectar Nibbled on delicacies And conversed with the Spirits A portal was opened in this world And the next where transport Is a melody away.
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Wonderful experience. Thanks, Derrick.
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You don’t see a harpist playing alone everyday. I can understand how you felt in the poem.
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The harpist is really good and her music really took me another realm. Thanks, GP
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Beautiful poem, Pat! I think harp music is itself like a poem.
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Well stated, Priscilla. I like that idea very much.
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You must have felt that you were already half way to heaven Pat. Lovely words indeed.
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Thanks, Malc. Harp music is heavenly if played well. 🎶🎶🎶😇
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A beautiful and heartfelt poem.
Harp music is almost divine💙
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You are totally correct, dear Luisa. 🎶😇💞
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👼👼👼
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Nice, Pat. I can hear the music in your poem.
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Thanks, Don. Harp 🎶 can really transport you.
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I could feel the melody in your verses. Well penned, Pat!
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Thanks for your lovely words, Kaushal.
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