Melodies over time,
As violins played to the soul,
Drums drummed to the beat of heart,
A parting hum to the ears,
And the rising illusion of a wishful mind,
An ecstatic sense of joy,
For now the rhythm seeped,
Seeped so deep ,
The oaks aged in time,
Leaving memories so peached with wine of love ,
All to spread a pearl of smile!!
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