I Played A New Song

I Played A New Song short poem

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I played a new sound
between strings held in tension
untaught fingers
creating magic with the ear
I liked the sound of me
unchained melody
tiptoeing between
the rhythm of my beating heart
I hum a song
hardly sung before
words in silence
making perfect sense
tapping my feet
to the beat of the drops of water
on the rooftop
I jump on my feet
and sway to the wind
dance with the gale
and weep with the rain
I sing in harmony
in the present.
I carry on on the road ahead
on my greatest trip
a journey to myself.
Hello me.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Most people live and die without ever meeting themselves.

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