drifting...... thoughts

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I wonder at the face of beauty
I weep at the pureness of the unborn soul
I gaze (unconsciously escaping time) at a

lilt of a lip
as it curves soft to sip
at rim of a cup
as I lift it up
to reach the embrace
of the grace of her face

And I catch the rhythm of the ageless wind
As it sings softly to every leafed limb.

The summer nights at home
Bring countless memories of years past
Flashing back faster than a cometfall
As I catch it with the iris of my eye

I hear the years-old haunting melody
Of my mother’s lullaby...
Good night,
Sleep tight,
Everything will be all right...
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