Harmony, it matters
Among all living souls
In the middle of a household
Where all the essence grows
Harmony, it matters
At the end of a relation
That spirals our thought with unjustified pain and anguish
On a happy, bright Sunday morning
When the love and happiness glow
Harmony, it matters
At the start of friendship
That excites us with delight
When the storm comes blowing
On an icy cold night
Harmony, it matters
And it’s a gift that would shine
In the darkness with no hope
To bridge all of our wisdom
For inner strength to grow
Shahla Latifi
10-20-2016
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Author:
Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Great write
Thank you, dear.
Welcome
A well crafted tribute to a theory difficult to achieve in this day and age.
Yes, my dear Augustus; sadly very true.
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