The Flute Of Love
Love plays - continually - it's flute,
Hidden from public gaze - behind the screen -
The lover listens earnestly to its tune,
With every beat a new song sings,
Between two beats is nothingness,
Where- the Love's secret -is to be found,
By a lover who stands between sleep and awareness,
When could this music ever hold it's tongue?
Yes, never, never, not at all,
Every atom babbles on about this mystery -
Listen yourself, listen to yourself!
Mykoul
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