_ Chronicle of my life_
Preface
To the spirit of joy and happiness that reigns supreme in the heart of sublime one who looks at life with all the solemn sanctity, religiousness and fortitude to raise me up above my personal sorrow and Sordidness to sing the song of my life putting aside the blows that bleed me time and again without mercy.
Let me go beyond my logical lore to feel the touch of Preternatural Predominance to weave the legacy of my sequestered self that remains hidden in the valley of mystical
Melancholia.
Let my heart be swayed to feel the inspiration that pours every moment from all directions and down the ages.
Let me be grateful to the Almighty,
The giver of life and death to endow me a life of Paucity and poorness to smell the soil and sagacity.
Let me be self- motivated to voice the score of my life in easy fluent phrases. Let the guileless spirit of sylvan God take me to the catacomb of my lived and unlived past.
O the song of life, the harmonising hymn that connects every human soul to one Plenary Prompting,
raise me above all meanness to
depict every single mote of my life.
Let me be true, O divine muse, to live once again the life of hope, dream and ambition that Enwrapped and Enraptured my delusive eyes.
Let my heart throb again with the symphony or the orchestra of my boyhood Melody that yearned a life of love with the sombre symbol of Languishment
Take my devoutness and my total breath to enable me to upraise my being to recite the mores of my entire life as I envisage the chariot of eternity hurrying nigh.
Yonder a vast field with the glow of unuttered chanson and no one to
hearken.
Let me outpour all the trouble and the Timbre I have into the Plexus of Memoir
I am to paint.
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To the spirit of joy and happiness that reigns supreme in the heart of sublime one who looks at life with all the solemn sanctity, ........fine
raise me above all meanness to...depict every single mote of my life. What more can I say... I 'm twice your age ENGLISH LANGUAGE DISTINCTION HOLDER OF OLDEN DECADES WHEN SHAKESPEARE ALONE WAS KNOWN NO INTERNET YOU SURPASS me not only by MILES but Mount Everest's height ten times and by the River Of Romance beyond the MISSISSIPPI in miles May the Lord shower nothing else but smiles give me some as a remembrance oh son Like poet. PG
Thanks is a little word...I have no word to express my love and respect to you...great gratefulness from my side...
Yonder a vast field with the glow of unuttered chanson and no one to hearken. Let me outpour all the trouble and the Timbre I have into the Plexus of Memoir I am to paint.......fine line
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Let my heart throb again with the symphony or the orchestra of my boyhood Melody that yearned a life of love with the sombre symbol of Languishment