Millennium Of The Music Age Poem by Mustafa Kenj

Far from the stress, life on shoulders left
Tunes, music, lyrics and different vocals
Over High-raise, souls fly through a such
The soft rock, the jaz-blue, The pop, of all
Of all oh of all how the brain highs of all
Art of the ear-world in last millennium
Of whose over hearts got melody touch
As too soft emotional got a tear shed
Thals the eyes feel burnt in a second
Unity of condensed feelings as a result
As Rain the nature from Man's dirt cleanse
Fresh air great smell where drops ‘d fallen
Thus the nose help lungs rid the smoke of
A cough may roar to drive the phlegm out
This is whenof the chest's stone relieved