The Rose

The one who steals the rose of your garden also steals the thorns

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Poem – The Flute Player

 Soft and enchanting music

 

Opened the gates of heaven;

 

I tiptoed out of breath

 

In a garden of gorgeous flowers;

 

Intoxicated by the scent of the flora

 

Of all beauty

 

I tilted slightly

 

Almost lost myself;

 

Enthralled by the sweetest of the sweet fragrance

 

I fell under the charm of the flute player

 

Anita Bacha

Music