The dew of joy
The words are like sleeping birds
Circles on water are no more
Heart is clear in this silent core
The flute of love is calling
A rain of grace is falling
The dance of existence is always timelessly here
I feel the dew of joy appear
as a single joyous tear
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2011-04-15 at 08:44
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