2011/01/09

To Construe Sounds

Of the shaded moon light

The reflection is Olympian

It will return whence it had departed.

Undisguised accordion



Shall guide thee without obduracy.

Hand-picked colours of tunes converge

With the artists those who possess the accuracy

Of fixation on theory of sonic diverge.



The skies are yellow;

Gazed by spider lilies.

Unearth the history of life thus one shall plow.

Envision and imagine the patterns in the ivies.



A cumulus vision still reigns.

In this forgotten yet beautiful lies.

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