A multifaceted life .. 5

We are the breeze, we are the song,

Drifting through blossoms, light yet strong.

A whisper of wind that never dies,

A free bird’s melody under open skies.

It wanders from vast to vaster shores,

Unfolding secrets behind closed doors.

Oh, nightingale, your song remains,

Echoing softly through winding lanes.

The sweetest sorrow life could send-

Was the joy her eyes once penned.

 

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