On the vibrant waves of time,
I am a nameless bubble drop,
Bloated and still floating,
On it’s busy surface top.
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Oh Good Lord! How wantonly I have frittered away
Your treasured love, showered upon your beloved son;
On wild chases in mazes dark - - Oh, Woe is me
for I have not known – to adore thy light in my beating heart!
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Beyond the daisies in a vanishing verse,
Wafting over the ocean of passing thoughts,
Beyond the less traveled trails of life,
Where reasons retreat and dreams hold sway
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I saw the gurgling brook in her dilated shade,
Ruffled waves sink in the disheveled maze,
Of cloudy reminisces from the wine of time,
Blend into the dark dead silence of a mystery - -
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A languid stroll by the deserted esplanade,
Watching the battery of waves glide past the jagged shores,
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The weeping sky in her pensive shade,
Sinks into every blade of green,
Yonder the paddy fields,
Where the poor man’s plough tills,
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Through the nimbus of wafting clouds,
Spread across the endless blue,
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Let us to the jungle of silence retreat,
Into the farthest depth of our potent minds
Let the legions of chaos and ignorance,
Become prisoners’ mere, of supreme reason.
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I whistle to the winnowing breeze,
Her twisting charms and her regal frizz,
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