How utterly mystifying,
That a tiny blade of grass;
Can hold a falling raindrop,
Like a little bit of glass.
...
What is love if not sacrifice?
A bending of your own free will,
to look into another eyes,
to keep on loving steadily still.
...
An old forgotten tune, I knew,
Just danced into my head;
I heard my sister's voice on cue,
Just half a beat ahead...
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The cleaning lady in the sky,
is scrubbing Heaven's floor;
I watch her enviously and sigh,
from my skylit grilled window.
...
In mellow meditation,
In silent solitude;
In quiet contemplation,
In a peaceful pensive mood.
...
It rained and drenched the waiting night,
Heavy torrents did it pour;
Next morning, all was clean and bright,
I could not ask for more.
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Way up in those winding hills,
where magic lingers in the air;
In hot pursuit of mystic thrills,
We found a path to Nowhere...
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Every night, he waits with yearning,
for her dark and sweet relief;
I feel him tossing now and turning,
waiting with impatient grief.
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A scar upon her pallid face,
screams of darkening abuse;
'I tripped upon the old staircase'
She ignores the purple bruise.
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Each Sunday morning Church bells ring,
in peals of happy laughter;
I can't help pray and softly sing,
of hope for ever after.
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