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The Musician

I was sitting alone and silent, while trees swayed back and forth. Without warning, untouchable, unseen, a musician began to play. The melody rose, then fell as breathy tones I heard. Soon the shriek of a crescendo shattered the midnight air. I shivered at the passion and sat in awe and wonder, listening to the song of the untouchable, unseen musician.

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Date: 2/23/2025 8:12:00 PM
A beautiful music by an unknown musician in a peaceful hour ,it is really charming.The poem very nicely penned
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