Happy Ostara to the Southern Hemisphere.
Freedom to roam, on this page I call home.
This river of melody plays in my soul, When I awake, I feel emerged in it whole. In the calm of night, when I'm all alone, It raises me with every euphoric tone. But lately my song I have failed to hear, No longer its sweetness caressing my ear. I plead to the gods in the heavens up high, Not to abandon me also and my quest deny. For what shall be without the beating of a drum? Or the flutter of a flute, what will become? The sounds of my soul take not from me, A soundless soul I shall never learn to be. Instead, carve a single note with my awkward tongue, One that shall carry the tune I once sung. And if I'm not able I'll start over again, Because the harder I try my strength will sustain.
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