The lingering sound of tranquillity,
With its fragrance of eternal joy,
Subtle sublime voices,
Ponder philosophy of deep mystic existence,
In every second…minute…passing hours and days,
Should I look…wait…eye your arrival;
Longing for your smile upon which,
I would drown deep below the sea,
To the depths I fail to fathom?
Soundless voices, let thy heart speak,
As it pounds to a special name,
Forget the journey…the distance apart,
Thy heart is a gem of angelic love,
That mortals below eye.
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