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Tis not my mind Nor my heart Tis not my word Nor my speech These rhythmic impulses Striking gently against my nerves And dripping... These droplets of harmony Absorbed; on the pages of time This verse or perhaps a tune This theme or perhaps a symphony To be sung or perhaps unsung To be heard or perhaps unheard Yet splashed and imprinted On the score of a lovers heart I be the lover; Him be my beloved As I looked up to the heavens And drank the pouring rain Cascaded down from my beloved's abode To soak and fill the cracks of my imagination And you my friend! A passersby; In quest of your beloved's song But when your beloved sings not, Return.. Within, To hear your silver chimes Hear once and hear again How the tumult ends Rewarded or unrewarded Never you are empty handed Hence leave your instrument of doubt hither On your stage of tenet But seek and return; again And see with each return How your orchestra rises, how it plays How you hear and how you sway For then, you'll be the lover But only He will be your beloved
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
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Tis not my mind Nor my heart Tis not my word Nor my speech These rhythmic impulses Striking gently against my nerves And dripping... These droplets of harmony Absorbed; on the pages of time This verse or perhaps a tune This theme or perhaps a symphony To be sung or perhaps unsung To be heard or perhaps unheard Yet splashed and imprinted On the score of a lovers heart I be the lover; Him be my beloved As I looked up to the heavens And drank the pouring rain Cascaded down from my beloved's abode To soak and fill the cracks of my imagination And you my friend! A passersby; In quest of your beloved's song But when your beloved sings not, Return.. Within, To hear your silver chimes Hear once and hear again How the tumult ends Rewarded or unrewarded Never you are empty handed Hence leave your instrument of doubt hither On your stage of tenet But seek and return; again And see with each return How your orchestra rises, how it plays How you hear and how you sway For then, you'll be the lover But only He will be your beloved
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
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