Seranade. The song of the symphony
Endorses itself into the evening air.
Ancient souls are stirred and awaken,
Nourished by the melodious tunes-
Yearning for forgotten memories, though
Anywhere to be seen, flutters of light
Nibbles at their invisible souls still
Grasping onto their beloved one
and
Lavishly the trinkets of raindrops froze
Over and between time as it abrutly stopped- leaving
Vintage traces of these souls compassion
Entwined in the notes of the song.
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A collection of emotional spillage.
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