Coexisting Melodies


Music is everywhere:

In the grass,

In the wind,

In the books,

In the kin.

Even without acknowledment

they play their tunes,

not looking for acceptance,

nor appreciation.

At times the internal melody

is not even apparent.

The desires are unknown,

and the motives aren't discovered.

Yet, at a certain point in their lifetime

they unravel an epiphany within themselves

realizing their inner beings,

and letting the music play.

It is until that point where life truly begins.






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