Harmony and Her
The vanilla in our thoughts
With sparkling pearls.
The streets are mischeivious
And the trees are studious.
The glittering eyes of that widow
And the misfortune of all that shadows.
How one have created the loving tones
And how one have destroyed it as no one knows.
The conquering hills of the noisy poles
And the unknown steps
of the gracious scrolls.
Have been awaiting for a long time
To keep the journey at cloud nine.
And then shall the words begin in people’s mind.
Oh what a lovely thought could be just shine!
So, thy glittering glory are continous
And thus who left it were tyrannous.
-
Bhairabi
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