Caravan of melodies
The music row opened,
Notes sounded all in a row,
Chords in the sky flew away -
They talk among themselves.
The band followed them
And pipes twisted beautiful Shine.
And drums and bows,
And all the guitar pegs,
Hitting a fraction of the soul,
Broke the old cliche.
And I, with the awakened soul,
Under the music for the dawn was,
Then he sang something just said
He also made music.
Gardens endless rows
Narrowed somewhere ahead
And rested against the clouds,
Where music is always easy,
Bringing with him the conductor -
A gray-haired old man with a stick.
He's like the biblical Moses,
Drove a stick like a wedge of geese,
Melodies smooth & nbsp; caravan
And musicians like the Gypsy,
Where the thunder is like a drum,
Where the light of the heavenly lands is.
© Copyright: Диана Ярославовна Афанасьева, 2020
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