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1.

A bird is sitting on my window
It speaks to me in hidden language
Of hills and mountains and a meadow
Wild flowers, cutting up a passage.
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2.

When you flow through me, hidden memories appear
Like shining crystals joined, to shape a glowing sphere
Of all the possibilities, you make me choose but few
You point your arrow wise and strike my faith in you.
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You write me long and secret letters, you ask a thousand questions
They often are so filled with sweetness, at times their words are bitter
You wait long hours for the perfect answers, you pray to find the reasons
What sign is right for you to follow, which road takes you to the true glitter.
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I must confess, we can't pretend
As long as blissfully we mend,
We're One with All.
The roots we grow are strong and bold
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I close my eyes but I still see
This circle is embracing me
With rays of shining blue and silver
It calls me in, to rest and linger.
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6.

There is this place, where you and I meet
In utter silence, we retreat
No words we speak and yet we know
It is our Home.
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We speak of love and light and wonders
Yet words can not describe a place
Where nothing is as we imagined
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Locked in a case, a treasure waits
No map is given, just a hint
A song to learn, a voice to sing
We're all endowed, to step within
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9.

This is the story of a ship
That sailed to moon but lost its grip
Like in a maze, it turned in circles
No break of down, no stars, no purpose.
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The Sage has whispered in my ear
"The light you see is true and clear
The wonders, miracles are near
Rejoice and have no fear.
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11.

Who sings this song, who gives me words
To tell such stories from far worlds,
Is there a purpose to it all?
Am I supposed to rise or fall?
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12.

You give me dreams, so strong and vision
Such beauty, I have never seen
Seems like a fantasy, no reason
To hold it in or fight the stream.
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The Best Poem Of Marilena Now

Bird

A bird is sitting on my window
It speaks to me in hidden language
Of hills and mountains and a meadow
Wild flowers, cutting up a passage.

It brings me memories of places
I've seen before, but never rested
To see their beauty, they all faded
The bird is here, to reflect it.

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