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Song is but life
To evermore be rife
With love and fraught with truth,
To finally attain fruit.

Susurrus of yard, and murmur of front porch,
Cars on the park and grudge,
Silence the thought and feel all,
Experience on the yard your soul.

Sing the days thus gone
And sing it merrily on the lawn,
Sing yet the shaking of leaves
With a cup of coffee sipped.
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I love her now
in this early bright
brimmed over with bloated breeze
In this scene where the tremulous sounds
of birds reecho,
In the sluggish flux
of air lifting up a tune,
making an enchanting
melody of her own beauty.
I love her now and here
Where the sky radiantly glow
Its golden hues and cast thin
Lines of rays passing
through my windows.
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Beneath where the sky lies,
Somewhere down the silence seek,
All hopes go on and on high,
As one prays with his lip,

All truth deeply touching
All passion burst in doing,
Nothing left so fetching
Than all man’s fling.
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What is this life two day’s,
Though memory of playing on hay,
On the open lawn and the greenland,
Days recollected of time spanned.

What’s this life temporal
If not redefined the soul
Lasting as said eons and ages
And not cross Heaven’s untoword fences.

What is this mortal frame
If not to frail hope reframe
With deep mantras of life
To evermore our soul revive.
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Every little thing is yours, Lord
Sung in every gust of breath,
Breathed out as flame,
Sung in every matin of the morn.

Every spur of thought,
Every strife to know you
Pulsate in this being
Being a harmony,
A symphony of everyday,
A psalm of life.

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Thinkers are makers,
For they make-do the new,
They are not just sayers,
For they stand as a few,

Among many to undo bad and do good,
Play by with right karma and fate,
For they are singers of bass and lute,
None have the world like them beget.

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In the nighttide do I hear
Voices of the inner soul,
All the manly fate I bear
With all that takes me to goal.
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Hark this baritone sung deep,
All bass singing songs sweet,
In the night deeply cared for
For the time is uncalled-for.

Harken yet all silence with passion,
For there’s whole lot to learn,
Learn all and shun all
And remold the sacredness of soul.
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See all with love eyesful,
Never tend to man fool,
Fool like anything sadly,
Deceive no one badly.
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