May Mustang

This won't be easy to understand,
If you are not from the distant land
Where all the colors are low in pitch,
Dark purples, emeralds deep and rich
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There's a poem in every flower,
A sonnet in every tree,
A tale in every lifetime,
That's just for you to see.
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At midnight, an angel was crossing the sky
And quietly he sang
The moon and the stars and
Concourse of the clouds
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Life; believe it's not a dream
So dark as others say
But, often a little morning rain
Foretells a beautiful day
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Rain upon a wildflower
The grasses beginning to bow
The forest is damp and sleepy
In the meadow
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The bubbling brook doth leap when I stroll by,
Because my soul finds joy within its call;
I do not despair when love is nigh,
For I am known to them, both great and small.
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Music touches you the most
And refreshes you with its serenity,
Be it: Do, Re, Mi, Fa or So, La, Ti.
Music is a part of your soul.
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The sounds of nature
O so sweet,
Who am I
That would dare to repeat
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Beauty comes within.
Not within the heart
But look further,
Beauty within the soul.
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In the multitude
Between the cacophonies
Of the world's moods
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Everything will fade and rust,
You'll rise again, in this I trust,
You're in our hearts, until the end,
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Pushing yourself to the limits
With head held high
Slogging to reach the arduous targets
Before life says goodbye.
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Behind the mountains of dream,
Is a wonderful world of thy,
Full of light, life, silver rain
And golden sunshine.
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After the day flows,
The trees and shrubs
Begin to sleep
And
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Colors colors colors;
Give them to me
Full sky and spaces
My longing to see
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When the first crocus thrusts its point of gold
Up through the still snow-drifted garden mold,
And folded green things in dim woods unclose
Their crinkled spears, a sudden tremor goes
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Have you ever heard a haunting refrain,
Which takes you back to a moment again?
Memories flow and scenes are set,
Once more, you relive when we first met.
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Roses, Roses blooming bright,
In heavenly gardens, what a sight.
Dawn's dew covers the buds in early light;
Floral scents in the air all day and night.
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Hope is the delicate sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
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Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
That drips upon the pane.
A hundred things come in through the door,
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore.
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