Though there is pindrop silence
as on a distant mountain in winter:
A white serene expanse,
I can listen to the melodious tune of the flute
Blown by your heart,
My heart sings like a cuckoo in spring
so enchanting,
as if intoxicated with the fragrance of your essence
The tune of your silence steals my existence!
I can listen to the melodious tune of the flute Blown by your heart, so very poetic are your lines blessed poetess.. thank u. it touches the aesthetic soul....... tony
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excellent and so well penned- I can listen to the melodious tune of the flute Blown by your heart, ..... The tune of your silence steals my existence!