Deep Silence
Deep silence
interrupted by a brutal storm...
wind lashing,
buckets of rain pouring;
lamp-posts were lit at four,
as dakness advanced with haste!
The brick-paved square,
where the artists gathered
to display their talents
is empty and desperately laments;
the struggling musicians
don't play the flute and the violin...
seeking attention and sympathy,
but the desolation adds to their imagery!
How sad is for the painters
to put their brushes away in wooden cases...
when the inspiration was at its peak;
pitifully watch the pigeons,
drenched and shaking, with nothing to eat...
kindly offer them what they seek!
Deep silence
descended on the gloomy town,
once enbued by passion
and thrilled emotion...
now no longer present;
the perfumed peach trees in bloom
have been stripped of their soft petals...
to embellish the deserted,glittering streets!
Listen...an harmonica is playing at close distance,
to up-lift the low spirits subdued by doom!
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