Deceitful than art-- grandeur it convey
Filled with unknown and with uncertainty
'Tis its nature, her universal law she obey
Made it hard to perceive the true beauty.
Like silence speaks melodious symphony
Can be heard by attentive listening;
If not-- find chaotic cacophony
Same as untuned strings, with hurt-- you're playing .
But by dancing and blending with the flow;
Accordance to music should be your move...
Harmony, mere product of what you sow
--------------------------------------------love...
... anyone who wish to complete the poem just leave it on comment and if there are more than one sender I'll choose the best one...
Filled with unknown and with uncertainty
'Tis its nature, her universal law she obey
Made it hard to perceive the true beauty.
Like silence speaks melodious symphony
Can be heard by attentive listening;
If not-- find chaotic cacophony
Same as untuned strings, with hurt-- you're playing .
But by dancing and blending with the flow;
Accordance to music should be your move...
Harmony, mere product of what you sow
--------------------------------------------love...
... anyone who wish to complete the poem just leave it on comment and if there are more than one sender I'll choose the best one...
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