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“The heart is born ageless put to test against time How can love know an end when infinity fills the cup of life The body a mere instrument boundless atoms we call mine Like a fresh morning during spring dew spreading without any strife There is no secret in the circle of life by knowing both sides of a dime The beating heart turned to a relic bound to return without asking why Protest is futile, so is denial upon the arrival back to the divine” —— “The bird of the night has come speaking of ol’ wives tales Disappears after losing its feathers after catching the Mother’s tears Her hand is clutched tight together withstanding the fire The songs played so mercifully making the soul weep so quiet Bouncing drops of harmony gathered together for the fight Knocking the wooden door rhythmically unheared while dancing into the night Dawn was calling out for a break covered in the ashes of the light And so continued singing aloud till all of our cups dried out” ——— “Filled with glee and joy was the garden to explore The flowers fragrantly bedded the trees home to one-stop passengers Looking for a place to stay scavengers of food, hiding in the shade Or for shelter, to keep dry lay under a roof full of leaves Together with the forget-me-nots and a sky full of stars to believe Gifted a million chances to see all that is when one is open to receive Tomorrow’s wishes may never be again today is already granted to thee So when the rooster sings its melody let the heart dance as in your dreams”
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Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 10:24 AM UTC
Songs of a Bird
“The heart is born ageless put to test against time How can love know an end when infinity fills the cup of life The body a mere instrument boundless atoms we call mine Like a fresh morning during spring dew spreading without any strife There is no secret in the circle of life by knowing both sides of a dime The beating heart turned to a relic bound to return without asking why Protest is futile, so is denial upon the arrival back to the divine” —— “The bird of the night has come speaking of ol’ wives tales Disappears after losing its feathers after catching the Mother’s tears Her hand is clutched tight together withstanding the fire The songs played so mercifully making the soul weep so quiet Bouncing drops of harmony gathered together for the fight Knocking the wooden door rhythmically unheared while dancing into the night Dawn was calling out for a break covered in the ashes of the light And so continued singing aloud till all of our cups dried out” ——— “Filled with glee and joy was the garden to explore The flowers fragrantly bedded the trees home to one-stop passengers Looking for a place to stay scavengers of food, hiding in the shade Or for shelter, to keep dry lay under a roof full of leaves Together with the forget-me-nots and a sky full of stars to believe Gifted a million chances to see all that is when one is open to receive Tomorrow’s wishes may never be again today is already granted to thee So when the rooster sings its melody let the heart dance as in your dreams”
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Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 10:24 AM UTC
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