The impresario set the stage,
The oboe was shined to glean,
The percussionist checked their cymbals,
The libretto was tested for its sheen.
And in that musical affair,
Where everything was set for perfection,
The rough edges she possessed,
Clung to my soul,
And in that pristine symphony,
I found her to be the only attraction.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Great post Shantanu brother💜
I am always eager to read your post , because in it there are so many new words for me to learn . & It’s one of my hobby toooo …( finding new words ) – A thirst for new words 😉.
Thanks a lot brother , you helped me a lot
Always Keep sharing 💜
( I want to hunt more and more words from your posts 😉)
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You are so kind with your comment. Happy to be of any help. Stay blessed 😊🌸
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“In that pristine symphony, I found her to be the only attraction.” Well exoressed
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Thank you so much, OJ
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Welcome
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Thank you so much
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Expressed
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😊🌸
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Brought a smile to my face! Well written brother 😊
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I am glad it did. Thank you for reading
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Wow such beautiful words. How beauty and music compliment each other
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Thanks a lot my friend
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