2004 School Magazine

135

Creations:Original Works

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>.- Night time. The city throbs and a lone accordion player can be heard at the tramJunction

Pay me a glance and 1'11 play you a piece of my soul

its not a cheap eXchange For my melody can reveal the fragile truth, but still mislead and deceive

For I sensationalize, but do not piagiarize for I cannot

Allson Rae

Within its burnished trappings, the accordion, scratched and tamished, becomes the single captive that frees me, while engulfing my silent world like stars invading the blackness The keys gratify my touch and don't resist my embrace but mimic me fuming my craving for the serenity of the minds absence

I captivate, But cannot liberate, For I will not

Now, I can abandon its tune only when the nights ashen mantle is relinquished And the empty streets, with their lonely figures

Yearn for the solace Of my wistftil tune 6807a-jam Horsbt. 17, .,,

Elizaberh MCEniery 100