Poetry

Poetry

Symphony of the Soul
Melodies flow like rivers in the night, 
Rhythms pulse with life's own beating heart. 
Notes dance on air, a weightless flight, 
As harmony weaves its enchanting art. 

From whispered lullabies to thunderous refrains, 
Music speaks in tongues both old and new. 
It soothes our sorrows, eases our pains, 
And paints our world in every hue. 

In concert halls or quiet rooms alone, 
We find ourselves within its embrace. 
Music makes this universe our home, 
A universal language of time and space.
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