Quietude
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Man was once upon a time
No more than cave man
No language to communicate
No understanding to gain.
But, his nature to excel
Always rules the plane
Organising things that propel
Towards the shining horizon.
The babbling wandering man
Discovered melody profound
Composed music with peace within
With meare vowels and consonants wound.
Classical music reverberate within soul
Pulling positive vibes deep down
Expelling the unwanted brawl
Rumbling like a ball on crown.
Music is rashphody
Word beyond solitude
Firmly fixed in melody
Nailing you to quietude.
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