Notes floating into the night Each with a slice of the soul Sombre , sad, and in sheer delight Spinning sections into a whole. Distilled grief sits on the strings And tweaks a soulful strum Pounding heartbeats with them bring A rhythm to the drum. Beauty blows soft and slow Wafting through the flute Following where the pug marks go To tame the tempestuous brute Behind closed eyes, tears lurk Shining with unspoken sorrows Sighs squat while hope at work Paves the road for a new tomorrow.
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