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::: zen :::

O, sing to the mountains
So they will blaze in emerald joy,
Listen to the water of a river
To hear its love lullabies;
Feel the cold winds at sea
And shiver like the happy Robins.
Taste the sweet air of spring nights
To quench your misery and pain,
Sniff the aroma of the bluebells
Then close your eyes to meditate;
Rise onto a drifting cloud
Where the fiery flame of love sways.

Written by: ~ Poetri