Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Song

I am the song spun from the beaks of nightingales,
I am the sonnet in the gurgling of little brooks,
I am the cymbals in the crashing of waves,
The drums in the thunder,
The woodbine of the wind,
The oboe in the breeze.

I am the voice of life in the orchestra of life,
And I am also the silence of the night.

I am the verse and melody of Majnun’s prose,
And My Composition is most persuasive,

If you would but listen!

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