Whistling Wind
Whistling wind plays the flute mystique
in symphony of air,
flying with the tune of music
singing birds in blue share.
Rippling melody flows
in ripped heart of sorrow,
sublime bliss it then knows.
Make the mind
whistling wind.
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September : 12, 2021
For Brian Strand's Contest A Strand (1061)
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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