Poetry

A simple tune

A simple tune wafting through the air
Entered the living room
Casually strolling
A distant bell tolling
All was well, the day pleasant
And the afternoon sweet and fair

It lingered a moment, unchallenged by other
An invisible warbler
On an imaginary tree
Singing just for you and for me
All was well, the day pleasant
And the afternoon knew no bother

I still hear its voice with you around
It breaks into a song
When our souls meet
And pulsate to the same beat
All is well, the day pleasant
And the afternoon fragrant with sound

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