Gemini Garden, Silent One
"Birds care not for whom they sing"-Silent One
Your happiness or sadness does not matter to her
Because there's simply none that she prefers.
If it's morning, noon, or afternoon,
She requires no inspiration from the moon.
Whether king or queen, royalty or commoner,
Glowed with impartiality, she lifts her
voice with a heart never purer.
Her maker summons and the bell rings.
When she hears the bell, she simply sings.
Every part of her being releases all that's within.
And there is no comparison to what she brings
To the musical table for myriads of needy souls.
She gives it all to all, for all, before the bell tolls.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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