Just Before

Just Before

A Poem by Pete
"

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau

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Flying Bullets Images �

too afraid to die
i take refuge in music
before bullets fly



© 2024 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"Listen to music religiously, as if it were the last strain you might hear." - Thoreau

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You bring music alive in this poem Pete… some of us think of hiding or take refuge in a physical safe place, but you seem to embrace music as your safe space and your comfort … most of us are afraid to die, so we take precautions, and seek solace somewhere… excellent piece!
Warmly
B

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

2 Weeks Ago

me and my music. i'd be lost without it and probably would feel dead. thanks for the share b.
Betty Hermelee

2 Weeks Ago

You're always very welcome!
Warmly, B



Reviews

You bring music alive in this poem Pete… some of us think of hiding or take refuge in a physical safe place, but you seem to embrace music as your safe space and your comfort … most of us are afraid to die, so we take precautions, and seek solace somewhere… excellent piece!
Warmly
B

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

2 Weeks Ago

me and my music. i'd be lost without it and probably would feel dead. thanks for the share b.
Betty Hermelee

2 Weeks Ago

You're always very welcome!
Warmly, B

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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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