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and so i pray wherever you are,
your calm singing voice reverberates
as do yours here across the valleys,
the oceans, the mountains, the forests
- every place i have sung in your name
(5/5)
your calm singing voice reverberates
as do yours here across the valleys,
the oceans, the mountains, the forests
- every place i have sung in your name
(5/5)
May 23, 2025 at 3:21 PM
and so i pray wherever you are,
your calm singing voice reverberates
as do yours here across the valleys,
the oceans, the mountains, the forests
- every place i have sung in your name
(5/5)
your calm singing voice reverberates
as do yours here across the valleys,
the oceans, the mountains, the forests
- every place i have sung in your name
(5/5)
that's why my heart speaks in melody
- my treasured rhythmic bequest from you.
the night sky sparkles, feting your name,
gently beckons to pass this gift on
(4/5)
- my treasured rhythmic bequest from you.
the night sky sparkles, feting your name,
gently beckons to pass this gift on
(4/5)
May 23, 2025 at 3:21 PM
that's why my heart speaks in melody
- my treasured rhythmic bequest from you.
the night sky sparkles, feting your name,
gently beckons to pass this gift on
(4/5)
- my treasured rhythmic bequest from you.
the night sky sparkles, feting your name,
gently beckons to pass this gift on
(4/5)
you were loved and embraced by music
and never missed a chance to sing,
and i loved to be embraced by yours
like a blanket as i cry sleeping
(3/5)
and never missed a chance to sing,
and i loved to be embraced by yours
like a blanket as i cry sleeping
(3/5)
May 23, 2025 at 3:20 PM
you were loved and embraced by music
and never missed a chance to sing,
and i loved to be embraced by yours
like a blanket as i cry sleeping
(3/5)
and never missed a chance to sing,
and i loved to be embraced by yours
like a blanket as i cry sleeping
(3/5)
my heart wrenches as i recollect
quaint melodies of your lullabies,
how your warm tone danced and swayed above
rainy evenings' hazy, frigid hums
(2/5)
quaint melodies of your lullabies,
how your warm tone danced and swayed above
rainy evenings' hazy, frigid hums
(2/5)
May 23, 2025 at 3:20 PM
my heart wrenches as i recollect
quaint melodies of your lullabies,
how your warm tone danced and swayed above
rainy evenings' hazy, frigid hums
(2/5)
quaint melodies of your lullabies,
how your warm tone danced and swayed above
rainy evenings' hazy, frigid hums
(2/5)
no, i can't sing you a serenade
__wisdom tells me my earthly arias
must not fall upon your ears
this unwanted drivel stays buried
_not reaching your thousand skies
_as a lone wolf howls blood at night
so too shall i sing out of sight
(3/3)
__wisdom tells me my earthly arias
must not fall upon your ears
this unwanted drivel stays buried
_not reaching your thousand skies
_as a lone wolf howls blood at night
so too shall i sing out of sight
(3/3)
May 20, 2025 at 9:42 AM
no, i can't sing you a serenade
__wisdom tells me my earthly arias
must not fall upon your ears
this unwanted drivel stays buried
_not reaching your thousand skies
_as a lone wolf howls blood at night
so too shall i sing out of sight
(3/3)
__wisdom tells me my earthly arias
must not fall upon your ears
this unwanted drivel stays buried
_not reaching your thousand skies
_as a lone wolf howls blood at night
so too shall i sing out of sight
(3/3)
how a glimpse of your fluttering hair
is enough to push me forward
when my knees feel faltering
how just a trace of your chuckle
brings the warmest moonlight
to this cold, dark abode
in which i pass long winter nights
(2/3)
is enough to push me forward
when my knees feel faltering
how just a trace of your chuckle
brings the warmest moonlight
to this cold, dark abode
in which i pass long winter nights
(2/3)
May 20, 2025 at 9:41 AM
how a glimpse of your fluttering hair
is enough to push me forward
when my knees feel faltering
how just a trace of your chuckle
brings the warmest moonlight
to this cold, dark abode
in which i pass long winter nights
(2/3)
is enough to push me forward
when my knees feel faltering
how just a trace of your chuckle
brings the warmest moonlight
to this cold, dark abode
in which i pass long winter nights
(2/3)
i stood stuck in awe at that space
for quite some time as my heart raced
to figure out what just took place
i turned around to catch your trace
but only found a vanished you
(6/6)
for quite some time as my heart raced
to figure out what just took place
i turned around to catch your trace
but only found a vanished you
(6/6)
May 14, 2025 at 6:53 PM
i stood stuck in awe at that space
for quite some time as my heart raced
to figure out what just took place
i turned around to catch your trace
but only found a vanished you
(6/6)
for quite some time as my heart raced
to figure out what just took place
i turned around to catch your trace
but only found a vanished you
(6/6)
the glint from your cinnamon eyes
pleasantly caught me by surprise
as you chuckled and moved aside
your long black hair trailing in stride
a lotus scent lingered from you
(5/6)
pleasantly caught me by surprise
as you chuckled and moved aside
your long black hair trailing in stride
a lotus scent lingered from you
(5/6)
May 14, 2025 at 6:53 PM
the glint from your cinnamon eyes
pleasantly caught me by surprise
as you chuckled and moved aside
your long black hair trailing in stride
a lotus scent lingered from you
(5/6)
pleasantly caught me by surprise
as you chuckled and moved aside
your long black hair trailing in stride
a lotus scent lingered from you
(5/6)
you gave a smile, excused yourself
in a honeyed voice full of health
i must've looked funny and lame
as i prolly stuttered the same
absorbed by this concept of you
(4/6)
in a honeyed voice full of health
i must've looked funny and lame
as i prolly stuttered the same
absorbed by this concept of you
(4/6)
May 14, 2025 at 6:53 PM
you gave a smile, excused yourself
in a honeyed voice full of health
i must've looked funny and lame
as i prolly stuttered the same
absorbed by this concept of you
(4/6)
in a honeyed voice full of health
i must've looked funny and lame
as i prolly stuttered the same
absorbed by this concept of you
(4/6)
my heartbeat pulsed like marching drums
my breathing echoed murmured hums
as time crawled like a traffic jam
as if held taut by fate's madame
with captive nod, i drowned in you
(3/6)
my breathing echoed murmured hums
as time crawled like a traffic jam
as if held taut by fate's madame
with captive nod, i drowned in you
(3/6)
May 14, 2025 at 6:52 PM
my heartbeat pulsed like marching drums
my breathing echoed murmured hums
as time crawled like a traffic jam
as if held taut by fate's madame
with captive nod, i drowned in you
(3/6)
my breathing echoed murmured hums
as time crawled like a traffic jam
as if held taut by fate's madame
with captive nod, i drowned in you
(3/6)
amongst the ash trees' grey shadow
you sparkled in sunrays' warm glow
i could hear this sweet melody
twirling above monotony
in this moment i shared with you
(2/6)
you sparkled in sunrays' warm glow
i could hear this sweet melody
twirling above monotony
in this moment i shared with you
(2/6)
May 14, 2025 at 6:52 PM
amongst the ash trees' grey shadow
you sparkled in sunrays' warm glow
i could hear this sweet melody
twirling above monotony
in this moment i shared with you
(2/6)
you sparkled in sunrays' warm glow
i could hear this sweet melody
twirling above monotony
in this moment i shared with you
(2/6)
o how i wish that i knew for whom
my grieving heart does whisper in tune
i'm left with hollow outbursts and gloom
confused and cold i come first of June
(4/4)
my grieving heart does whisper in tune
i'm left with hollow outbursts and gloom
confused and cold i come first of June
(4/4)
May 7, 2025 at 8:33 AM
o how i wish that i knew for whom
my grieving heart does whisper in tune
i'm left with hollow outbursts and gloom
confused and cold i come first of June
(4/4)
my grieving heart does whisper in tune
i'm left with hollow outbursts and gloom
confused and cold i come first of June
(4/4)
but once a while, the feelings remain
as i woke up; though i try in vain
to grasp its rhyme or reason, again,
it melts away, dissolved by the rain
(3/4)
as i woke up; though i try in vain
to grasp its rhyme or reason, again,
it melts away, dissolved by the rain
(3/4)
May 7, 2025 at 8:33 AM
but once a while, the feelings remain
as i woke up; though i try in vain
to grasp its rhyme or reason, again,
it melts away, dissolved by the rain
(3/4)
as i woke up; though i try in vain
to grasp its rhyme or reason, again,
it melts away, dissolved by the rain
(3/4)
i've lost my dreams for seven years straight
and left my morns an empty estate
a void with none of pigment nor shade
no sound nor scent; just drifting and grayed
(2/4)
and left my morns an empty estate
a void with none of pigment nor shade
no sound nor scent; just drifting and grayed
(2/4)
May 7, 2025 at 8:32 AM
i've lost my dreams for seven years straight
and left my morns an empty estate
a void with none of pigment nor shade
no sound nor scent; just drifting and grayed
(2/4)
and left my morns an empty estate
a void with none of pigment nor shade
no sound nor scent; just drifting and grayed
(2/4)
and if hurt befalls upon me still
and i be in bed and deathly ill
please know that i chose from my own will
i’d rather her touch, pricked by her quills
than shiver alone in bitter chills
(6/6)
and i be in bed and deathly ill
please know that i chose from my own will
i’d rather her touch, pricked by her quills
than shiver alone in bitter chills
(6/6)
May 5, 2025 at 12:33 PM
and if hurt befalls upon me still
and i be in bed and deathly ill
please know that i chose from my own will
i’d rather her touch, pricked by her quills
than shiver alone in bitter chills
(6/6)
and i be in bed and deathly ill
please know that i chose from my own will
i’d rather her touch, pricked by her quills
than shiver alone in bitter chills
(6/6)
but now i’m more sick of being scared
and tired of this ghost that’s haunting bare
these nettles are healthy, tasty fare
i’ll miss out on life if I don’t dare
(5/6)
and tired of this ghost that’s haunting bare
these nettles are healthy, tasty fare
i’ll miss out on life if I don’t dare
(5/6)
May 5, 2025 at 12:32 PM
but now i’m more sick of being scared
and tired of this ghost that’s haunting bare
these nettles are healthy, tasty fare
i’ll miss out on life if I don’t dare
(5/6)
and tired of this ghost that’s haunting bare
these nettles are healthy, tasty fare
i’ll miss out on life if I don’t dare
(5/6)
i woke up alive and traumatized
with lingering pain and bloodshot eyes
this core memory forever lies
engraved in my soul; a lesson wise
(4/6)
with lingering pain and bloodshot eyes
this core memory forever lies
engraved in my soul; a lesson wise
(4/6)
May 5, 2025 at 12:32 PM
i woke up alive and traumatized
with lingering pain and bloodshot eyes
this core memory forever lies
engraved in my soul; a lesson wise
(4/6)
with lingering pain and bloodshot eyes
this core memory forever lies
engraved in my soul; a lesson wise
(4/6)
the stings were relentless, throbbing shrieks
as i drowned in freezing sweaty leaks
my vision was ghostly white and bleak
my hearing awash in high-pitched creaks
(3/6)
as i drowned in freezing sweaty leaks
my vision was ghostly white and bleak
my hearing awash in high-pitched creaks
(3/6)
May 5, 2025 at 12:32 PM
the stings were relentless, throbbing shrieks
as i drowned in freezing sweaty leaks
my vision was ghostly white and bleak
my hearing awash in high-pitched creaks
(3/6)
as i drowned in freezing sweaty leaks
my vision was ghostly white and bleak
my hearing awash in high-pitched creaks
(3/6)
the pain took a while before it fled
and i couldn’t sleep; was tormented
it felt like my hands were bleeding red
and stomped by a furious thoroughbred
(2/6)
and i couldn’t sleep; was tormented
it felt like my hands were bleeding red
and stomped by a furious thoroughbred
(2/6)
May 5, 2025 at 12:32 PM
the pain took a while before it fled
and i couldn’t sleep; was tormented
it felt like my hands were bleeding red
and stomped by a furious thoroughbred
(2/6)
and i couldn’t sleep; was tormented
it felt like my hands were bleeding red
and stomped by a furious thoroughbred
(2/6)
(modified from Robert Frost's poem: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening)
May 3, 2025 at 7:31 PM
(modified from Robert Frost's poem: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening)