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I heard the song that played
In the darkness of the night
When the moon dimmed itself behind clouds
To make the stars shine bright.
A sweet shrill voice
Of someone who sang
Sitting alone in a a wooden shack.
A song that she sang in the middle of the night
A story of someone she lost in life.
The music touched my heart
The words did make me cry
I never saw her
Just heard her in the wild.
The trees stood still
The breeze gently blew
The voice mellowed down
Staying quiet as it could.
You can feel the heart pound
You can feel the sadness inside
When the words weave stories
Of love or strife.
Music gives solace to lonely hearts
It fills them with happiness for a while
It gives rhythm to the words
That tell us the story of someone's life. ........
In the darkness of the night
When the moon dimmed itself behind clouds
To make the stars shine bright.
A sweet shrill voice
Of someone who sang
Sitting alone in a a wooden shack.
A song that she sang in the middle of the night
A story of someone she lost in life.
The music touched my heart
The words did make me cry
I never saw her
Just heard her in the wild.
The trees stood still
The breeze gently blew
The voice mellowed down
Staying quiet as it could.
You can feel the heart pound
You can feel the sadness inside
When the words weave stories
Of love or strife.
Music gives solace to lonely hearts
It fills them with happiness for a while
It gives rhythm to the words
That tell us the story of someone's life. ........
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Manoj_Su on 16 May 2024
Beautifully written 👏