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the. U n i v e r s e .speaks
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quietly in syllables,
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to those who listen…
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is the. H a i k u .form,
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a collective memory
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of ancient voices?
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The Fairy of Eagle Nebula
from NASA.gov
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the. U n i v e r s e .speaks
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quietly in syllables,
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to those who listen…
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is the. H a i k u .form,
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a collective memory
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of ancient voices?
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The Fairy of Eagle Nebula
from NASA.gov
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dear friends, this song is meant to be
played as a soundtrack::::enjoy::::
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i walk the streets of my city…
an insignificant spirit refugee,
stranded in shadowed concrete canyons.
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in my hidden anonymity,
blank behind blue shades and
wind whipped hair across this face.
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i search in vain for any spark,
peek for miracles around every corner.
on sidewalks choked, with rustling hordes,
in narrow blackened streets, of rolling steel.
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in shallow lung tentative
breathing of our muck and grime.
an empath’s lament and responsibility,
absorbing each speck in sound and emotion.
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oh low sun…
you’ve…had your day,
blinding these sensitive eyes.
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my shy sister moon…
please…show yourself…
it’s our time to shine now!
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oh million hidden stars…
appear now one by one by one
and light the way to my forgiving solitude.
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lone distant stars, join and sing your song
in ancient melody, erase this day in stale memory,
deliver our world, the dense of black night i crave!
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help me, scrub the crust of strangers from my skin,
and flush their anxious aura, from my consciousness.
cleanse a fragile heart, every absorbed anger and cruelty.
free this old soul, from the deadly weight of this world.
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strip me innocent again,
bathe me, in your galaxy starlight voices!
sing in glorius chorus, of collective memory,
in universal dialect of wisdom and harmony.
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tender night, calm this restless mind,
cradle a trusting heart in your embrace.
blanket me close, in ethereal spirit mystery
of self reflection and fearless quietude.
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oh sweet night!
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usher in the hushed
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midnight hours ’til dawn…
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it’s there… when the world
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is invisible and asleep…
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it’s then….
that i can hear
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the kindness of the Universe,
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whisper the poetry
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of sweet emotional release!
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