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WHO SAYS

Who says there is darkness, who says time ends
Our desire to love among each wave that bends?
Not whispers, nor this changing world will ever last,
Why fear, why swing among the thoughts of the past?
Who says this heart will not beat again, who says?
This soul will not tread the same path in sun rays?
Temple to temple, door to door, we knock for peace,
Who says our god doesn’t exist in our most loved kiss?

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And you play so beautiful that the air echoes all life,
No clouds, no darkness ever I see since I fell in love.
That same melody of my muse, those same whispers
In my ears which say to love more and as time move
I see every face cold, carved with an unknown grief.

Someday when the chords are in tune and stars smile,
We will play again that music we made under the moon.
Who says we will die? Who says this world can end
The promise we made to that god and can forget soon?
We will but only stand to hold each other for a while.

The winters of this life, the draught of a thinking mind,
The tides of tortuous dreams that make the world blind;
We will forever live and love, we will forever now play
We will meet beyond the clouds where no humans reach.
The air would be cold and I promise our love will teach.

Thousand souls will play the greatest music for love ever;
You be sure, we are here to sing our dream and live forever.

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In love be sure there will be a thousand mutiny,
A thousand whispers to see our soul transcend.
Who tells the journey, but hearts we often meet;
Among surreal shades and strokes, an artful blend?
Who sees the light among the stars, if not in agony
Wish, not those million fears, but for those beat?
Why decipher this decrepit mind? We are forever.

Tossed by the fate, torn by the winds of change,
Among the coldest winds, often the best blooms
From the most adorable abyss to touch the breath.
Among the colossus of greed, love quietly grooms
As our soul erects each fear into a dissolved henge.
In times like these, trust the times more, live the faith.
Who seeds, who harvests the golden yield forever?

Into ash, who says we’ll surrender when we are done;
We’ll arise again to let love live even when we are gone.

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Who says our years ‘ll go by like the stars,
Like a flick among these visions of time,
All that we dreamt together, and all oaths
That we took under that sky, now rhyme,
We shall meet someday, we’ll again love.
These are the people who will laugh more,
They will find a reason to make our name,
An epitaph of time, a graveyard of dreams.
Drop now if you trust these veins that flow.
Chisel the toughest stones into a sculpture
Of love again, among the metaphors of life.

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Yes, it is a symphony, very much here and now;
Pause at this moment and gather all the dreams,
All hope, and all that everyone wished us ever.
Fear is like a tattered coat, why wear it anymore,
Not thorns, but the beauty every rose is known for.

Who says you are alone among those dark towers?
Who says we are left only with the bleak hours?
Gather your breath and close the eyes for a while,
There stands the God we search, there is the smile,
There’s more heaven when we see the sky in this isle.

Those soft leaves of love now turn forever into gold,
Those faces like apparitions far disappear in cold.
Not enough time then remains for an adieu or ahoy,
Some lives are not chosen but become stars as told
Some moments that we wish much to become forever.

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When I walked over the dried ferns under the oak,
The moist fallen leaves gazed and asked if am a soul.
What makes this being so light and that has crossed
A million questions, and seen words turn into wind.
Now no breath invites a rhapsody among the wood,
But stand like surreal statues to falter in an old feud.

Sometimes it’s the man in the street, homeless, tired
But with sunken lips says “it is a beautiful world”;
Sometimes, it’s the golden steps upon which the lady
In bizarre, sighs on everything that crosses the cold.
Is peace so far that we purportedly seek in passion?
Death is but silence offered to every moment we lived.

Rumbling among the thistles of these autumn behind,
The feet now tired, the head pulled through the wind
With so many thought pieces and moments to lose.
Until the waves touch them, until the sand is so kind
To hold the feet and declare for the times to come
I will either live with the heart or be left to remind.

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Hunger does more miracle if not the being
That settles down among the cold winds.
We’ll arise again and till we become the light,
We’ll fail among those desires every time.
The soul says now to be the song not rhyme.

Why write with ink from our innocent heart?
Why allow the blood to flow through the pen?
Who reads these days, what books we hold?
A sad man stands at the crossroad to meet
And talk to the moon that comes after rain
To tell how clouds swim with dreams so cold.

It’s bleak or brazen or burns like a furnace,
Yes, our heart that melts with passing time.
If not, we stand tall and help wipe the tears
And bring smile to a lonely traveler’s face,
We must buy the thought and again rhyme
We have not grown but gone with the years.

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