ROCHISH MON

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Songs


Songs, songs, songs…

Songs are many, my songs are many-
Constantly, continuously, countlessly-

Songs, songs, songs…
Some are good, some are bad
Some are the best, some are the worst
Some are average, some are above average
Some are flowers, some are thorns
Some are gems, some are stones

Songs, songs, songs…

Making me cheerful, making me depressed
Making me glad, making me sad

Songs, songs, songs…

I do not know when they have started
I do not know how they have started

Songs, songs, songs…

About me, about others
About this, about that, about all

Songs, songs, songs…

Why they are with me?
Why they are within me? ?

Songs, songs, songs…

Throughout the day, through the night
Like the movement of time
Like the variations of the creation-

Songs, songs, songs…
Are the songs meant for me?
Or am I meant for the songs? ?

Songs, songs, songs…

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts…
Songs are thoughts, thoughts are songs…

It seems, my songs will exist as long as I do
Perhaps, my songs may subsist even after I left
To say about me and
To stay on behalf me-

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 31, 2013

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