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Faraway Song

Far everyday, a song could play peacefully,
in noise of traffic, it would seem smooth,
providing a different rhythm, unintended.

A passion for someone, has become a voice,
of mingled tones, unlayering of characters,
what magic a music can create, impressive.

By evening music from coffee shop nearby,
will play another song eclectic, to which,
city people will dance till night, together.

The day the music stopped suddenly,
a little grim acted like a stone dropped,
in serene lake of city, unfortunately.

The electric song continued to play,
people came and gave applause to,
everything being played, danced whole nights.

Music they missed, made them crazier,
not wise, all remain on their souls to carry,
in as strange place where no one really plays.


  1. I think this is the best that i have read from u

  2. Thanks for listening by. This is certainly one of beautiful compositions.


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