Music on the hill

by Dr sarat sonowal   Jun 8, 2011


It was my favorite past time
Watching the flow of the mystic red river
With the backdrop of the crimson sunset

Watching the ferries throttle against the current
a beautifying moment it was
When mother nature was at her best
Until I heard the music on the hill
It changed everything

The melancholic tune of the flute
The restrained voice
Was telling me a story
of the departed soul

Everything around me seemed to be still
the wild flow of the mystic red river
The chaos,the motions
came to a halt

It was the mystifying truth
That completely took over
My mind and my emotions
And taught me the truth of the life

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