In the days of night
The unroaded paths
Only one only one
Was constant –
To her I pen this poem tonight
Only one only one
Was constant –
While I slept, while I woke
While I walked and while I wept
While I sought and fought and caught
And was alone
In my heart was the sound of music
Only one only one
Was constant –
To music I pen this poem tonight.
-Che Chidi Chukwumerije
At first I thought it was a person, but was nicely surprised by “music” at the end. Great music is the singing of harmony of the soul. Really nice poem.
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Music is the most loyal friend a person can have 🙂
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