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Sheer music to my soul, the food of love. |
Music To My Soul The river water, a glossy mirror waves lap on the pebbly shore. The red gold sun slowly sinks a riot of pinks, oranges and lavender spreads from sky to sky; merging hues feed sheer music to my soul. The crisp west wind blows across the granite hills cool on my heated skin, piping a tune dances with the green leaves setting them aflutter with renewed joy; consoling and cajoling a tired traveler to venture forth on an uneven terrain of sudden swerve and bend like the path of life from the beginning of time. Birds fly homeward in the twilight sky eager to reach their young in the nests atop the Banyan and the Mango branches. Their song of joy of going home fills the evening as the stars begin to twinkle above; the moon rises, a glorious orb of light and bliss a whole world, hill and dale thrill under the mantle of luminous silver brings divine music to my soul. Lines: 24 |