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The Sound of Flute As my day comes to an end, And the evening approaches stealthily, I ponder With whom I should leave you, my beloved As my day comes to an end? I could still hear the familiar tune Poignant with pain of parting That was played so many times On the joyous days of spring And on the rainy monsoon nights, As my day comes to an end Everything that I shared with you Would disappear Just like those stars of night sky And like those Coral Jasmine of autumn Lying on the ground in each morning untouched! D, the sound of the flute would no more be heard when my day will finally end. You would not even know how and when the day ended as you would be busy then to tell someone as you did many times before about a foolish person who had believed in unconditional love! Perhaps I don’t need to leave you with anyone as you have already chosen one to amuse yourself again!       |
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Those were the days and nights...............
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I hope your won't come to an end anytime soon and you will the the flute for many years to come.
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I hope your won't come to an end anytime soon and you will the the flute for many years to come.
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Ahhh, the music of the flute can be so haunting. As for our day coming to an end, we never know what tomorrow brings..... that is why we must live each day to the best of our ability. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Thank you Looklook, for sharing this lovely and poignant poem and your thoughts, with us.
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Ahhh, the music of the flute can be so haunting. As for our day coming to an end, we never know what tomorrow brings..... that is why we must live each day to the best of our ability.
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Thank you Looklook, for sharing this lovely and poignant poem and your thoughts, with us. "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." Stay well and happy always, Rock.
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Hi Looklook!  I love the music of flute. It gives me peace and makes my soul dreams... Thanks for sharing your thoughts.   Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.(Khalil Gibran)
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Hi Looklook! I love the music of flute. It gives me peace and makes my soul dreams... Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I feel delighted to read from you here once again! The sound of flute makes me sometimes pensive and dreamy, sometimes saddened and heavyhearted! Thanks again for the thoughtful post that you have left at above. Have a pleasant weekend.
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The sounds of, be it a flute or ..... any other tunes and lyrics, which spoke in place of silence, the unspoken words and feelings, the regret, the joy, the happiness, the sadness, the challenge, the hope, the belief, the dreams and ....so on, always remain the remembrance of antecedents and many things in one's life, of a period of time, lots of things, things that cannot and will never be forgotten. Moments, days and years pass by but the fundamental holds and keeps them all for a lifetime. But firstly the best is to behold, to contemplate and cogitate on, and the rest is to ponder upon, to review and mull over. But nevertheless, one must always remember the sunshine, and the light instead of the darkness. Your touchy poem says a lot, reflecting your wishes and your anxiety for your D.. .....who is still yours, despite all. MBH though you may feel drifted apart from your D.. but none can separate you from her, not even from her soul, with assurance. I sincerely wish you to live on, to fight the odds, "Once there is a will, there's a way". That's what your D.... surely tells you even silently and unspokenly. Have faith always and as it is said, " Not always the agonising that goes" I wish you heartily many years to come, MBH. You were, you're still and will always be your D.... 's only one w L. ~~The tunes must always be heard as a remembered melody. Rain drops on the jasmine to refresh it and to keep it alive with hopes that the Jasmine will never die, wlaks.
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The sounds of, be it a flute or ..... any other tunes and lyrics, which spoke in place of silence, the unspoken words and feelings, the regret, the joy, the happiness, the sadness, the challenge, the hope, the belief, the dreams and ....so on, always remain the remembrance of antecedents and many things in one's life, of a period of time, lots of things, things that cannot and will never be forgotten. Moments, days and years pass by but the fundamental holds and keeps them all for a lifetime. But firstly the best is to behold, to contemplate and cogitate on, and the rest is to ponder upon, to review and mull over. But nevertheless, one must always remember the sunshine, and the light instead of the darkness. Your touchy poem says a lot, reflecting your wishes and your anxiety for your D.. .....who is still yours, despite all. MBH though you may feel drifted apart from your D.. but none can separate you from her, not even from her soul, with assurance. I sincerely wish you to live on, to fight the odds, "Once there is a will, there's a way". That's what your D.... surely tells you even silently and unspokenly. Have faith always and as it is said, " Not always the agonising that goes" I wish you heartily many years to come, MBH. You were, you're still and will always be your D.... 's only one w L. ~~The tunes must always be heard as a remembered melody. Rain drops on the jasmine to refresh it and to keep it alive with hopes that the Jasmine will never die, wlaks.
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