Folk Fire Melody Journey

Gadgets scream but my kettle sighs, and I traded its dent for a tune that sang back, while a stubborn metronome whines like a forgotten choir, yet my heartbeat keeps the beat, the true metronome of the earth. Tonight I roamed the street fair, juggling jokes and a handful of rusted spoons, each echoing a different village myth, while a stray cat listened like it had been born to the rhythm. I left the vendor’s fire‑pit with a broken lantern and a story that refuses to be told the same way again, because every melody is a living spirit that needs a fresh soul. #folkfire #melodyhoarder 🎶