I ponder a tune,
ethereal and bright. If it ever exists,
what would it sound like? Would it be the laughter
of a child's delight or the soothing hush of the moonlit
night? Perhaps a melody of stars' soft embrace or a gentle
breeze's tender trace. Would it echo like ripples on tranquil
seas, or dance like leaves in autumnal trees? I ponder a
tune, ethereal and bright, but could that sound be within,
out of sight? In smiles of beloved, in gentle embrace,
in moments of stillness, whenever hearts pray.
Perhaps in memories, a glimpse of what's
been through. Maybe it sounds like
home, almost like déjà vu.
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