Muted
A trumpeter I used to be,
Tunes I would play for all to hear,
Of love and romance,
Memories made,
Muted now I have become,
As I drift away...............
Pen's Don't Lie
https://distrokid.com/videos/watch/dv-xU25UsyC6 As the first video is now released with others following which all started from writing my e...
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The path it led to a golden beach , Rich it was under one's feet, To walk along the golden shore, Rich in shells , Washed ashore, There ... -
Behind the curtains, One practices ones lines, For entering the stage of the day, All ways on time, Under the rays, In the spot light one ba... -
The beats of the heart , A rhythm it sings, Pumping faster when one speaks your name, Cupids arrow hits a mark, In the centre of a heart, A...
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