I am trying to listen the melodious voice,
So I strum the guitar inside me,
My favorite song of creation,
I am trying to listen all the time,
You can't hear what I hear,
Melodies forgotten!
That I heard in eden, where I was first born,
Having lost my conscience,
When I dropped on the earth,
My arrogance tore me apart these melodies,
And left me disturbed in the world,
As I didn't remember the script of eternity,
And not even theauthor of destiny,
Would that I could connectback to eternal word,
With which my lord enunciated me to the existence,
Strumming every melodious and pleasant chord,
Into continuous keys that will,
Permanently keep playing in my heart,
Like a symphony
Mykoul
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