As I strolled around,
On an early winter
The fog grew thick.
From a far distance
I heard a serenade.
Sweet, calm and peaceful.
That warms my heart
Dismissing all fears.
Surely that expressive pieces
I heard is consequential.
I has a story to tell.
Was it of endearing love,
Or that last won battle
Was it of successful harvest
From the sow that reap.
Though I know not
That existing facts,
And the motives
May left unconfirmed.
Still it muses anyone
Who lend their ears
Its a perfect masterpiece.
i like the way in which you have compaired sarenade with love and battle, harvest and reap.
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