The beat of drums, leads the thumping of my heart,
The clouds bursting against one another; their sounds awaken the heart with a start,
The flute pumps waves of melody seamlessly into the air,
Peacocks dance in the rhythmic rains, as the love pours down,
along with care,
The strings of violins, invoke memories of love and sorrow,
The bends of the rivers, gush over the rocks, telling
stories of paths wide and narrow,
The claps of hands and taps of feet can tell a story of
their own,
Wind clapping over leaves, speaks of wishes with which he
was blown,
The sound of each drop, jumping down a cloud, into the
pond,
The humming of breaths, in the silent nights where sleep
twists its wand,
The slow moving of sand beneath your feet,
The mild dance of dreams, over the soft tune, in which thoughts
and emotions meet.
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