Sunday, November 10, 2013

The Story of a Song

There was a time,
when i knew that rhyme
and sang it well.
Even if i alone thought so.

Carrying the tune,
verse jumbled upon verse,
back to front.
It all seemed such cacophony

I wonder how,
It all sounds like music to me now.

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