Some one is trying to play, the mandolin of the mind;
When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,
A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.
And the staggering mind is retreating…Forsaken dusk!
Even the waxy moonlight appears to you as the burning summer.
And, spectacular vistas of spring, as sad rainy days.
The woeful heart, [...]
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This poem is based on an actual dream that I had.
I had a dream the other day,
Its vision will not go away,
About some people dressed in gowns,
(I know how strange this story sounds.)
Each gown was separate from the rest,
With different colours they were blest,
And everyone had points of view,
And revelations that were new.
They studied scripture, [...]
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Some one is trying to play, the mandolin of the mind;
When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,
A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.
And the staggering mind is retreating…Forsaken dusk!
Even the waxy moonlight appears to you as the burning summer.
And, spectacular vistas of spring, as [...]
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The moment you die everything ceases
The living cease for you
And you cease for the living.
Then whatโ€s it that you live for?
Few days into your death
Your house is no more yours
Your name is just a name.
Then whatโ€s it that you live for?
When death has caught up with you
Thoughts you thought etherealize
Things you said become [...]
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