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| Thursday, September 22, 2005 |
| Spring |
Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down the soul
the spring of love.
Blooms out the flowers
comes out the creepers
with golden curls
Air full of fragrance
makes one happy and gay
The water which
purifies the soul.
An aesthetic pleasure,
gives a feeling of joy.
Heart that leaps
knew no bounds,
and in a world;
No miseries, no worries
only the light of happiness.
Comes into vision
a image,
disturbs the sleep;
changes the whole
course of life.
Admiration for life,
longing to live,
charges the soul,
such is the power of love
The source of energy;
The imaginatin of poet;
The art of actor;
The care of mother nature.
A perfect world
on the seventh heaven.
a beautiful garden
nourished by this spring.
Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down to soul
the spring of love. |
posted by sui generis @ 9:08 PM   |
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