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Musings

The song, once a distant intoxicating melody

A bee buzzing softly from afar

Faintly whispering to my soul, carried on the winds of life

Circling, buzzing, slowly approaching and fading

A slippery fish impossible to grasp

Now is within my grasp

The volume has been turned up

The song is reverberating in my chest

Life is approaching in all its glory

And the future is beautiful

 

 


November 26, 2013. Posted by: nelsonday