The rhapsody of silence
And the sonata of melodious breeze,
Are composing the couplet of life.
I am ruminating,
Trying to remember your song.
And I have realized,
You never sang.
I always orchestrated our symphonies,
And you were just a broken string.
A broken string with no hymn.
May you rest in peace
As I compose the requiem of your unmelodious life.
nice and touching.
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