The Fiddle and The Flute
Fine-tuned,
one's ears must be
for these.
One can make out
the rush of the river
gushing within one.
One can make out
the wing-beats of the birds
fluttering within words.
One can make out how
battles were won
with The Fiddle and The Flute.
Poetry by anoop
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Written on 2009-05-08 at 13:34
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