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Shivani Singh Poem
I can hear the symphony playing,
Of the thud and drum of things,
Echoing, touching and playing with my inner chord,
The loud silent winds start to make noise,
The thousands, no millions of heavenly drops,
Making a gigantic concert,
The thud of someone's door opening,
Oh!the symphony is becoming louder,
Ahh!now it's fading,
One angel playing this harmony,
Other angel receiving this harmony,
What a cheerful bliss!
What a lovely bliss!
To add on to this concert a boom of thunder,
The waveform, frequency and loudness keeps on changing,
Someone shouted it's pouring,
Other replied "pickup the clothes",
Slowly and steadily the rain stops-
Yet the thunder remains,
Making a perfect ending for this song.
Copyright © Shivani Singh | Year Posted 2022
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Details |
Shivani Singh Poem
I can hear the symphony playing,
Of the thud and drum of things,
Echoing, touching and playing with my inner chord,
The loud silent winds start to make noise,
The thousands, no millions of heavenly drops,
Making a gigantic concert,
The thud of someone's door opening,
Oh!the symphony is becoming louder,
Ahh!now it's fading,
One angel playing this harmony,
Other angel receiving this harmony,
What a cheerful bliss!
What a lovely bliss!
To add on to this concert a boom of thunder,
The waveform, frequency and loudness keeps on changing,
Someone shouted it's pouring,
Other replied "pickup the clothes",
Slowly and steadily the rain stops-
Yet the thunder remains,
Making a perfect ending for this song.
Copyright © Shivani Singh | Year Posted 2022
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