Musical Heart

This is it,

the salty air in my face

and the sandy ground below.

The soft sound of whistling radiates

around the silent cove.

Other may think,

‘Why here, why now?’

Some say I’m crazy,

insane, forever lost.

All I need is the music in the air

and to feel it in my soul.

The eternal piece will be found

and all that is needed

is to find the music that flows,

forever it flows.

Now till the end of days,

it flows on and on

always in our soul.

This poem is about: 
Me

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