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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The spring flowers blossom The song of nightingale is awesome The mother is feeding a baby with milk from her bosom Soon the baby is a child happy intelligent but not full of wisdom Summer is here and young man has a wife With her he continues web of life There is both happiness and strife But he becomes aware that winter breeze can cut this web like a knife The fall comes destroying summer webs with its cold breeze The old man begins to feel it in his knees He still likes to go to park listen to birds and bees But as a reflection of his own soul he views ancient trees The autumn magic he wishes to save Before cold winter sends him to the grave He wishes to once again surf summers wave He once again like a child for all his wisdom begins to behave But as he is preparing for winter storm He hears nightingale’s song so sweet and warm He hears the song but can’t find birds form To look for it he wonders in the middle of forest in hornet swarm He finely ends up next to tall linden tree He begins to wonder about his destiny A great falcon above his eyes will see As leaves fall from linden echoing creation’s majesty The nightingales song whispered in the wind vortex will control The vortex places in same position different depths of the soul New depths reveal themselves to a man before to the abyss of nothingness he will fall This is his escape his salvation and depths of divine he will continue to explore In one dimension he will find them all And winter of soul Will not come after this fall This dimension might very well be the place from which Eye looks upon us all
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