The Unsung Song Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Unsung Song
My friend forced me to write a song for him
And he said; ' I'll take a guitar and a flute only.'
I write but who knows whether he accepts or not?
Oil and water in a jar
I mixed together until my fingers get burned.
Yes it's mixed but not for a long.
Gradually it's segregated like the body and soul.
Though we are one,
One day we separate each other
And he who knows the story further?
A song need not be sung aloud to be heard. The music translates from one discerning soul to another. Mysterious journey. Thought provoking write. Always your friend, Sandra
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5/4/2024 8:39:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your share your wisdom with clarity and originality, Nimal. Your oil and water may not mix, but they certainly make pretty music together. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥