Simply put, the unfinished song, the plague of pure talent flowing effortlessly through the pen,
yet god denies the last line, the chorus, a perfect ending, to a lyric awaited so long.

Continuous rhythm, continuous rhyme, continually going, even past time, a prose past all ends,
soon should be finished, but then it would be impossible, to receive its good message.

A harmony of two people, the pitch of all things, together they make melodious rings,
carefully listen to the song that they play, an unfinished song, which plays everyday.

A song of the spirit, a song from our hearts, the deep mellowness of wind gusts to the clanking of bells,
every moment continues, continues to make out, a fulfilling life experience, a breathtaking moment no doubt.

Indescribable majesty, unaltered beauty, my unquenchable thirst for the unsolvable mystery,
an unreachable end, with unmistaken finesse, enduring forever, this song that connects.

What is the song composed of? What conductor does it follow? Questions only to be answered after the song has played out,
to continue forever, a thing to be wished, a perfect love that I've lost, is described by all this.



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