From a distant space
It lingers in grace,
Amidst the air
In a croon so fair.
A strange rhythm,
Sneaking in,through my solitary chest ceiling;
Sweetly thrumming my heart walls
And luring my soul with bewitching calls.
I’m now the flower dancing the wind:
A prey captivated amid your mind,
And by your kind spell and charms
Am slaughtered in your arms.
Now,why near though far?
And Why faraway,yet near?
Why the soothing thrum,in silence I hear?
Honey stings,roses spears,
This our still minds should bear-
Not just swimming the ocean of pearl.
Come,lets dance in harmony;
To this long lingering melody.
No fairer poise gesture,
Nor the poison of treasure,
Can fetch such pleasure:
This mingling meets Devine measure.
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