My Music Divine
Truly, you are an orgasm, mine.
My soul gives a liberating cry.
I grow white wings: I dance, I fly.
Nowhere can I see you,
But feel your highest beauty.
How I can’t touch you!
Still lean on you, to eternity.
You narrate me supreme love:
One like land and sea, in cove.
Oh Music! Oh Music Divine!
Let’s sway in rhythm and rhyme.
-SURAJ (22/08/2011)
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