As I think of Dark Side of the Moon
All I can do is sit around and swoon
Thoughts of grandeur when I look
The album cover, hearing the hook
Light glaring on crystal, colors within
A rainbow-like world for me to fit in
A visible spectrum shining bright
Taking it all in with just my sight
All hyperbole; nothing of norm
As I head in the eye of the storm
The ride is over and there I sit
The concert's over, I must exit
Written by ©Diana Jillian 12/10/12
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