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“To the ocean in thy soul, the world is a tiny well. Joy has waned in the dying of sun, for your mouth has uttered, one last time. The world seems a desert now, And every thrush has lost its song. All that remains are echoes over sands, And the night weeps for its gem of pearl. O Beloved, you, the candle in the silent dark, Your eyes have closed, and light has gone, And all that remains are my sighs and verses. The earth, once full of scented blossoms, Is now only a desert. All I see, an oasis of memories. This heart of mine, once drunk of love, now only drinks of memories. Thy scent of soul, in my heart, sleeps, There it is, a flower of those years.”

“In her heart, she carries a river of memories, Those unforgotten years, weaving through time. In her eyes is the light of those unerased days, strong as stars in the sky. When wild winds blow, Wild is she, as memories escort her on the dance floor of meadows. Her songs that touched the earth, are woven from the lyrics of the dust where her loved ones are now asleep. So she carries it, a river of memories, the living walkway, the ripples of light between what once was and what now is.”

“Have you ever lost yourself in the sunset that washes the sky Of the day’s garish glory And paints crimson In the hour of blush? Have you ever sensed a poise in the busy life, where power and wealth lose their pride, for a human is called by the rosy mystery! Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky, Gently, gently over the clouds of worry, Into the westerly where colors splash, Where poems just begin, Where lovers get lost in the gaze. Have you ever seen how sunset Takes us to the other side of life, Where despairs die, and dreams are born, For therein lies a lover’s glance, In the sweetness and hunger To taste a cup of crimson.”

“The dandelion, a wild yellow blossom, a splash of pure gold, holds a story untold. It is a sun in the grass, holding joy and youth, in full bloom, opening in cracks. Then comes the time for change, and it becomes the white seedhead, the moon, a moment of ripeness and reflection. Then the dandelion breaks to be windblown seeds, the stars scattered across the sky. This is the story of ultimate transformation, where seeds break loose to begin their own journeys anew elsewhere. From seed to a flower and seed again.”