The Spell of music
Deft fingertips conjure up
An ambience that undulates
To and through her shells with
O so delicate caress of those
Stark contrast,an array of smooth lips,
And they correspond in kind
With gentle whisper of a lullaby,
Mellowing the harsh sound of wind
Outside, her ragged exhale,
And draw a sigh out of her own.
Those dulcet curves drifting on,
Blending along shadowed paths
Of moonlit drapes, that fade
With a brush of tranquil resonance
That transcends her beyond
To a realm distinct from her own,
While those placid undertones
Have her in a trance of repose.
As them fluid euphonies sail
In the sea of dissolving chaos of dusk,
A synchrony with approaching stillness
Of darkness and quiet.
And thereby gracing her
The synergy of a serene night,
That she now breathes,
And floats away onto their blankets
Of o so sweet respite.
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Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...
