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In a meadow where the wildflowers sway,
A violin sings, its voice carries away.
Notes float on the breeze, pure and free,
A soul's quiet defiance of technology's decree.

Beneath a canopy of ancient trees,
Hands dance on strings with graceful ease.
In this sanctuary where the world fades,
Music's embrace gently persuades.

Far from the glow of screens' persistent lure,
In melodies, a heart finds its cure.
For in each note, a world apart,
A timeless journey of the heart.

#DisconnectToConnect #UnpluggedMelodies #NatureAndNotes

adamrsweet 4 Mar 3
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