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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

SONG OF WISDOM I HEAR

Field singers: Great read

Will I be able to appreciate?

Your composition every where

Leaving me without means

To trade my admiration

Beautiful flowers: varied plants.



Your graciousness share

All languages your masterly are

Clearly heard: seasons throught

In varied maestro, majesty

Your secret I aspire.



Your rare heart –

We scramble for.

Mastering your secret not

Of loveliness and contentment,

Enduring you glance and grace

Exclusive dining: Arena of sorts

Proclaiming love and peace

In eloquence of words not

By your presence.



Tell of your fortitude –

And stay

Where I hunt no shelter

In mountains and rocks –

Deserts and swamps

Havens of tourist -

You’ve erected.

Etching lessons: By

‘Look, feel, and smell.’

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