At the end of the green lively earth
desert begins where sun smolders
sand into smoke rolls.
To my surprise, I walk back
to the seashore and in absolute
stillness the only sound arrives
is music from the flutes of wind.
Beneath the beautiful landscape of
universe, waves rise above
the sand shield and recede
to touch the sun stained horizon.
Away from the black cold clouds
the only melody I hear is music
from the flutes of wind..

Rema Prasanaa

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