Where is a song's finish?
Who can tell, who sees;
Oh who knows, who perceives?
Sensation on a litter of song,
Heeding no prohibition, floating it proceeds.
The sun wakes to song's melody,
On a solar raag of song's coloring.
Sails with pollen a song's amity;
To life poetic cadence it brings.
Through song the earth is surviving;
With song's nectar life has been replete.
Dance do generation, station, and atrophy,
By only song's token of identity.
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We fathom just a fraction of its process and destination.
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