Monday, March 21, 2016

Flute..

I sat in my balcony
Watching a Banana tree;
Gentle breeze carried 
the rhythm of flute;
My random thoughts 
were on mute;
Memoirs of my past
were passing as clouds;
The good and the bad
holding hand in the crowd;
I laughed and cried
For all the mount and ride;
The sound of music
Relished and Soothed my past;

6 comments:

  1. This is absolutely profound... especially love those closing lines!! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. "Gentle breeze carried
    the rhythm of flute"... I've heard that before nd it does stir the passions. Lovely work

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  3. The combination of the breeze, the tree and the music was indeed food for the soul - quite beautiful

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  4. The good and the bad
    Holding hands in the crowd.

    I love this reference to "peace between opposing subjects." It's what makes a world so beautiful to exist in.

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