In Concert
She had a voice of her own. She didn’t always sound melodious; but was always true to the ear. Her tone was always in tune to her heart’s calling and her mind’s pursuit.
She held not a fairy’s wand, but her own life’s baton.
She was the music. She was the maestro.
Copyright © Ashmi Sheth | Year Posted 2019
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