The life’s song played dissonant chords
fragments of musical dreams scattered,
steps faltered, leaving hazy footprints
under the umbrage of smoky youthful frolic.
At the fag end of a frosty journey,
I reminisce on the missed opportunities,
rueful morose fills me,
tears of regret mist my eyes.
Finally, the lost music redeems my errant heart,
the strings of melody balms my broken soul,
ripples of repentance and acceptance mingle,
Today, I make peace with my past.
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