One blissful night without stars, and without a moon
I longed to travel back treading along the ancient road
..so that I might reach back to my eternal home;
Where first I lived peacefully in my glorious days;
I saw eternity like a great aura of pure and endless light,
All calm, and all bright, ringed around my watching eyes
I found the world in fabulous tune...
...reverberating with a sweet voice...
Whose echo is heaven's bliss...
...like the sound of a gushing stream...
...flowing back to it's original font...
...whence it had flowed first
Dear beauteous soul!
What mysteries do lie in your sound and light?
Could man ever know those hidden mysteries!
Mykoul
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