I persistently hear divine music...
..that flows over my eyes...
..feeling its echoing tunes;
Over my throbbing-heart...
..resonating with melody,
...deep, clear, and liquid-flow;
Over my sick soul...
...giving it a healing touch of tunes high and low;
Oh! the divine song gives peace to my tired dead soul;
A song that drops like water on my head...
...from a high waterfall!
A song that penetrates through my pores...
...and flushes my inside to make it glow!
There is a magic produced by divine melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart!
Immerses me in the stillness of deep sea.
Mykoul
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