FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! William Wordsworth
A mere string of words
A string of musical notes
All come from the soul,
Of an artistic mind.
A harmony that creates
When from all around
Noises scream at you
Real and imaginary.
A monumental silence
Eclipses everything else,
Unspoken unuttered
Unlived unspent.
Five years have gone,
Since I lost my words.
Of five long winters! William Wordsworth
A mere string of words
A string of musical notes
All come from the soul,
Of an artistic mind.
A harmony that creates
When from all around
Noises scream at you
Real and imaginary.
A monumental silence
Eclipses everything else,
Unspoken unuttered
Unlived unspent.
Five years have gone,
Since I lost my words.
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Start talking now... We all are here for your words.... :)
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