I am a song
Weaving notes of music
In the woods
I am the stream
That runs like crowds of pearls –
I scattered myself in the blue
I am the bird which floats on wings
The spring is stirring in the garden
The summer is scorching in the heart
I am the wayfarer
Where should I go?
My sentence is a flute
There is only wind in it, but no meaning
But why is its voice so sweet
I am that poor song
That does not know -
Sentence A Flute
Seshendra Sharma
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Poem topics: heart, music, poor, spring, summer, wind, bird, voice, blue, sweet, garden, flute, stream, sentence, song, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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