Hiding behind that smile is a song
Drifting like melancholy through the wind.
A calming deep beautiful sleep slumber draws
But even as I go
A sad symphony sounds.
Oh, where has the time gone?
Away, Away,
Until it's all wasted
into abyss.
All in a sudden
my eyes mesmerized by the luminescence
And into the deep and magnificent I did wander.
How marvelous it is to see!
So vast & grand, stately woven,
Wandering as Wordsworth admires golden daffodils.
Even in my woe,
Love, more than these,
is grace upon my soul.
LifestyleJun 26, 2019
Poetry On Odyssey: Even As I Go
Even in my woe,
Love, more than these,
is grace upon my soul.
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