Within the clouds, a depth to ponder, Sir,
Faces aloft, so distant from the earth’s stir.
The cold wind sighs, a mournful sound,
What has become of us, on these colorful ground?
The moon and stars, a cosmic space,
Between them hangs this jeweled place,
This world, they call it, held in thrall,
Whose fault, that self is doomed to fall?
Our longing, if it could be so,
To build a world, a place to grow.
Where hearts find love, a gentle art,
And music plays within the heart.
The traveler finds his guiding way,
The world, a bond with every day.
The tales of moths, alight with fire,
Legendary, fueled desire.
Like offerings, a sweet delight,
And bliss that fills the darkest night.
The heart believes, the dawn will break,
And shadows flee, for goodness’ sake.
Love is made, and loved is here
Listen to the story of the zero and the fear
Will they be angry, who can say?
At every step, a newer way.
The traveler finds his guiding way,
The world, a bond with every day.
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