Fine threads of windchimes,
Entwined with each other,
purely it entangles,
Steep turns and blunt rounds,
And leisurely it disentangles.
The moment of melodious swings,
With every seraphic tings,
A bit by bit,
Purges away your distress,
For that very moment.

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Even the little pauses during
our phone calls feels like a
voluminous euphony to me

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A jingle in her voice,
And sweetness in her smile,
It was the music in her heart,
Making her walk a few more mile.

The euphony she spreads
When she willingly sings,
To reach sounds of life and of love,
She flies so high without wings.

Her humming, her passion,
Makes her free from strain,
Melody is she in herself,
And Music she can never refrain.

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as the euphony of your
reminiscence trail me
in a beat
of each seconds.

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"Pathos"
It's such a euphony that
I fell in love with it...

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That instant when the first beat of melody strikes your ears,
you feel the music, it navigates into your soul immensely
and once it blends with your spirit, it heals your untold, deeper wounds, gives wings to your soul and you drift into your own world. ❤
That moment is an absolute bliss....

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It's windy,
I'm writing poems,
My mind is blowing
with the wind
in euphony.

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Your name is a euphony,
Calming all the cacophony
with me...

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AND HER SMILES
IT FORGES GALAXIES
AND FOSTERS LIFE
IN A BARREN WORLD
LIKE THE EUPHONY OF THE NIGHTINGALE,
BUT OH, HER RAGE
IT SHATTERS THE STARS
AND BRINGS CONSTELLATIONS
TO THEIR KNEES

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Steel utensils dropping
With their sharp clatter
Twitch my every nerve
And my muscles roll up.
I badly need the silence
But, it turns out to be a
Dark hole imbibing even
Million galaxies at once.
If there were frequencies
Between that of the noise
and silence, I badly wish

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