The Message
It was a message
touchingly saying
the life is but a passage,
.but where are you ??continued search for any clue,
a crying soul begging to know and heart to rule
on the edge of
that mountain where he sat..watching the sun ,
watching the rise till the set ,,recalling past ,
living the now ,loving then ,trying to keep little of it..,
the same she does..with no regret ......
on that mountain where is the days are very few ,
trying to grasp little of life and love true while
the days continue flit
.but who is she ?!she is apiece of the large universe having
so much of his grit.
trying to be in his place, watching with him how the sun plays ,
and it's beauty stealing the days..,
To her he said ..bask with me in the life ,in the sun ,
as not every day we will stay and being touched by sunny ray,
In that place seeing him watching the sky and it's blue..
If this is the case and what is said is very true then hand in hand ,
and face to face ..the fate they draw ,
If this is the case then every day the love grow .as what you plant you always
get .....so why to rue?....
It was her tool ,it was a feeling
a touching call from your soul... bask with me ,let us glow ..and there
I sat ..watching the sun
and more of you ..becoming more and very sure that the seed is very
true ..and the worries were never due ,
it was a message
it was a feeling ..continued singing only you ......
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