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Sound X: I’ll tell you the story of your soul

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I’ll tell you the story of your soul,
Mysterious, tantalized by the beauty and love of life
From the abyss of life above the firmament,
Life comes alive in you.

     Keats loved ‘her’ to ruin him,
But I love her to live me lively-
Love her is to live in her,
Live in her is to die in her and
She’s miles away,
Far across the mountains and waters,
Living her vivacity unto the zenith of life,
She makes me live.

I love myself despite how imperfect I am.
I can't help but fall in love with myself over and over again.
I sound like a self-obsessed idiot.
Like Narcissus loved himself, I love myself,
Both my body and soul and celebrate it.
     There must be something left incomplete
And I do love it.

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  1. Anonymous22 May 2013 at 09:06

    "Now I know..." A whisper that lingered on her lips..
    - Dewdrop

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    1. Anand22 May 2013 at 12:13

      And he asked the expansion for her “Now I know….”
      He told me other things too; he went to the hills and cried out his love for her. “It echoed her name all around the valley and from where it ascended to the heavens,” he said.
      From the tops of mountains, he sang his love for her, for heavens might hear that. He loves her like he loves himself. If someone fails to himself first, how can he love someone else?
      He tore a piece from the poem “Red, Red, Rose” for her:
      “Oh my luve’s like a red, red, rose,
      That’s newly sprung in june;
      Oh my luve’s like the melodie
      That’s sweetly played in tune.”
      - And the sprout of a Dewdrop was peeping the sun for blossom.

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  2. Anonymous20 June 2015 at 20:18

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    1. Anand20 June 2015 at 22:43

      thank you very much my dear friend! your words are inspiring and it muses me to write again. thank you for reading my blog.. it is my pleasure to know there are people reading my blog! your words made my day!!!!!

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