A swish of the milieu's beyond
Raining down on the morning breeze
Singing of larks flying
To the symphonies of the rustling leaves..
Million a scents of the blooming flowers
Warmth of that caressing air
Topping down chilled;
A tableau of brilliance,with life's love flying filled..
The green lanes turned pale
The bluey waters stretched its hands over stale..
Strings of symphony chorded more
All the million reverberations now turned- a silent sore..
Was it the silence beyond the sounds of vacuum?
Was it the silence of waves rushing to the shore?
Was it the silence of the swaying grass playing with the wind?
Was it the silence that the sun makes as it sets beyond the ocean floor?
Alas!..
It was the silence of a crying tree
The sound of a melancholic song in the dark
A silence beyond the mourns of death
A silence over the counts of stars and earth..
A swish over a tree's demise..
-!nversed Poignancy!
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The sound of a melancholic song in the dark
A silence beyond the mourns of death
A silence over the counts of stars and earth...
lovely lovely lines!! its simply awesome!!! sumthin i could visualise... in all itz beauty n depth!!!
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