All round me is the blended sound,
Of all the singing birds, insects, and muses,
The sound grows on me like honey beez buzzing,
They never seem to stop their buzzing,
From within...from without,
But I keep myself telling,
Stich up your lips, don't utter a word,
Bees never like nuisance, beware!
Keep on listening this mystic sound,
Coming from the ocean of silence...
...somewhere deep within,
The sound I love, the sound I hear, the sound I speak;
Here inside, not outside, my soul sees and hears,
And craves, may this sound never leave me,
And say goodbye!
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