A poet on a mystic path
My song is without a melody,
But with the rhythm of life
And the tune of the breeze
Under the thrum of eyes watching
Amidst the trees.
Only for a moment
Then it is gone.
A poet on a mystic path
My song is without a melody,
But with the rhythm of life
And the tune of the breeze
Under the thrum of eyes watching
Amidst the trees.
Only for a moment
Then it is gone.
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