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The Music Of Heart In Verse Softly Whirred
What seems now old
Used to be utterly new
What was previously told
We cease to over chew
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All that is old hold a treasure
If only we all knew
Just weigh and measure
Under the veil a unique hue
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Out of memories we grow
Been taught lessons to the bone
We do reap all that we sow
And for wrongdoing we atone
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Pleasure and pain what we gain
In a life not taken for granted
Who can stop time or rinse rain
Or suppress anger that should be vented
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Life will continue to hurt and heal
Vomit its villains to mould the meek
Send its saints to instill ardency and zeal
Never always the ones at the wheel
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Deeply inside my prayers I recite
To always endurance and faith embrace
Be human of worth, decent and upright
And paths that stain never retrace
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A great depth of gratitude to God we owe
For both strength and forbearance
For age that vigorously flow
And for the gift of Love in abundance
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An abiding passion for her Majesty the word
Delving into my smile and feel would draw
The music of heart in verse softly whirred
My poetic human soul imbued with awe.
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Besma Riabi Dziri
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