The heart appears to have its own orchestra,
like the beating of drums when it is hopelessly infatuated,
or the melancholy of a violin when a lover moves away

Even in solitude, there’s the airy notes of a flute
the toots of a trumpet in jubilation,
the gentle strumming of a sitar in a loved one’s embrace

Heart is the masterful conductor, lending its own symphonies,
beautiful and unrestrained.

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1 Response to Orc(he)s(tra)

  1. dvs2rockin says:

    Such an amazing though , we would all agree

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