Sound of Woods
Tranquility unleashed
within the woods resides,
fountain of music
Every passing hour breeds
tunes unheard
awakening senses
which were once muted.
Diffused among rooted beings,
the ignored melodies seep in,
either pristine or reprise.
A recurring thud,
anguishing realisation
Maligned ears of the modern
will never bear these old tales.
Copyright © Aparna A. | Year Posted 2014
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