Play around me those instruments <br />in tunes that break the hardened <br />rocks of a giant mountain <br />Play aloud on wave strings <br />from one turbulent ocean of might <br />Hear not me that music <br />but I hear a song of a bamboo <br />flute from a friendly hill afar <br />and its tune melts my heart <br />and the same song, a new dawn <br />borrowed for its day to play <br />around when the clouds of thunder <br />and lightening faded <br />from its burden of sorrows... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />April 28,2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-from-a-flute/
