The Radio sorcerer
deaf have their own tune, a chaotic classic
In the twilight's embrace, the frequencies play
A cosmic dance, the universe grants.
a together magic, at the close of day.
A ballad of love a spooky sorcerer's chant
Turn on the music
Fainting heartily public
Drizzling beats of Magic
silent Strings, a chaotic classic
Damp drowns reverb refrain
Tune unique minds refresh
Choices in air, and music remain
Each song a nation, yet nothing foreign
Liquid flows snap the finger
keep up your beet before it floods
Lyrics you remember
mood moves through the blood
Dark medicine dose Bright rose
Melodinous cause,
what if you had a Hearing loss
life's beauty slowly close
Yet the deaf have their own tune
In the silence, they look forward to seeing them soon
Won't the Radio sorcerer aid their ear
the music that flows vividly, won't they hear?
In the twilight's embrace, the frequencies play
A cosmic dance, the universe grants.
would they hear at least today?
Let the music grow tall as a plant, prey for it to enchant
Until the magic works let the ears stay
May the sounds find their way
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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