The Unknown One
Somewhere in the abandoned dark
Sweet song as a lark
Never can see where it is
Without its lyric something we miss
Alone yet how meaningfully engaged!
Music is always its image
When will come and when will go
Blissfully ignorant, never come to know
Black as coal yet what a divine gift!
Unknown, unseen flies over giving souls a lift
Unnoticed, unlamented will always sing a song
It's preciseness of unlearnt tunes
Will never go wrong.
poem by Green Peace
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