Soul
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Colourful pagodas Lotus covered ponds, Carefully sited Buddha’s Overlooking the scene, Perched upon embankments Among rhododendrons, Purple, whites, blues and pinks Growing widely around, And lower down azaleas In fiery oranges and red, This is a place of serenity That I can meditate the best, As dragonfly’s hover over the pond And the air is
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You are a fresh breeze A warm air the raises me You are that warmth upon my face You are are that sweet smell That lingers in my memory Your love has me under a spell.
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Rise up Fall down Along grid Lay lines In a void In a matrix In an existence Called humanoid That see all that it views As authentic and real Despite being illusory What is the appeal The sensations Of hearing Of tasting And seeing Of touching And smelling All of these feelings But what if
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A green swath of leaves A blue ocean wave A white puff of clouds Float past in the sky Purple sweet scented lavender A field of vibrant bluebells Mellow yellow daffodils sway in the breeze Colours are everywhere In real life and fantasy So why should it matter The colour of you and me It
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