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UNDER THE GARDEN ARCADE
Beneath the archway in my garden
Swirls of nectarine spreads.
Weightless clouds take a daybreak
on hammocks of wind
Shadows flat, impressions of time.
In comes the sentimentality in tremolos,
It hangs in the air, memories shuffle,
Parading images blurred at edges,
They superimpose on intersections -
Where pathetic and joyous moments merge.
Forgiving emotions fade,
They dance through darkness and light
Bruised sunshine is overtaken by dusk
In the infinite convolutions of my mind.
A SONG IS SUNG
Do not say a word, you may not say
Anything at all.
What you�ve to say
Whatever you�ve to speak
I know it all, I know all of it.
Hold on to this moment of time,
The moment that�s passing by,
And at this unspoken moment of time,
There is nothing but emptiness.
There is a vacuum, except that you�re there,
And I�m here, and this moment
That binds us together,
Holds us in an unbreakable bondage.
Now, you need not say a word
Just listen to your unspoken words.
Do not say a word,
Do not say anything at all.
poem
1. Under The Garden Arcade
2. A Song is Sung