A mellow sound is echoing...
From each and every pore;
Look who is singing to you...
Your eternal song?
Listen silently!
If You open Your mouth...
The singer will escape...
And won't chant his song for You;
How can you know?
Ah how can you know?
That this is your ancient song...
When you were created...
But were still unborn;
You cannot know...
Until there's a bigbang...
When your sounding house...
Breaks open and you get free!
Mykoul
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