When you stay long enough through what it is that's needed to be done
You'll heed a song which had been playing all along
On the periphery of your shore,
Whose vibrations are meant to make sense of your ears.
At this point, O fellow flesh-mate!
Listen intently
and follow the tempo—
And so shall you be hurled to the brink of land where there stands a bridge bearing the label of love.
Go on,
Stroll upon it—
In the end, when all is unlearned
Love is learned.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
When you stay long enough through what it is that's needed to be done
You'll heed a song which had been playing all along
On the periphery of your shore,
Whose vibrations are meant to make sense of your ears.
At this point, O fellow flesh-mate!
Listen intently
and follow the tempo—
And so shall you be hurled to the brink of land where there stands a bridge bearing the label of love.
Go on,
Stroll upon it—
In the end, when all is unlearned
Love is learned.
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