Based on the above art work by Shweta Ektare
A gramophone
lost in the mists of time
Drenched in music
creepers dance their way out
The once upon a time music
nurtures nature
The forest fills the spiral grooves
gathering blooms and birds
The record stopped playing
many moons ago
But the music of yore
continues to waft
spinning life along...
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