In the deep chambers of internet
Through the surreal works of algorithms
I found a music waiting to be played
Stimulating my interest and curiosity
I moved my finger and pressed play
Partly expecting to find a masterpiece
I waited for the notes to move
My whole being waiting to groove
The song gradually goes on
And I find myself hum along
As melodies and lyrics unfold
I listened, moved with the beat and let go
As the music ends I find myself unsatisfied
So I repeated the song I once played
Until eventually I found your other works
Then became lost and addicted to your pieces.
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Of Flowers That Withstand Storms
ŞiirA book that tackles human experiences, behaviour, ideas and sentiments and expresses it through poetry and creative writing.
