One
and then
two and three
piece of something
whispers...whispering.
Flute
fingers
steps and notes
they find a place
subtle...unnoticed.
Through
the mind
ringing tunes
chimes, tones, colours
dreams...weaves...sensations.
Leaf
from green
pink and blue
and then others
in tune with ourselves.
This
through them
songs and sounds
through all the trees
singles, bands...albums.
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With Love,
J44
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2019 04:11
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
A fine write J.
Great video! I loved it. You poem reminds me of how I feel when a poem or a song comes to my head.
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