"Songbirds of the Meadow: A Flute's Journey"
MELODY
Upon a golden meadow, bathed in sunlight's embrace,
The flutes began their symphony, filling the tranquil space.
Their melodic whispers danced upon the gentle breeze,
Weaving tales of joy and love, of harmony and ease.
Each note, like a feather, floated through the air,
Caressing hearts and souls, banishing all despair.
Their hauntingly sweet melody, enchanting and divine,
Awakened dormant dreams, like blossoms on a vine.
The flutes sang of nature's beauty, of rivers and of trees,
Celebrating life's symphony, carried on the breeze.
With every breath they took, their music soared above,
A chorus of the flutes united in their love.
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Milka Rawade
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