Saturday, 19 December 2020

O Seer

Tell me, o seer, where do lovers meet?
Where do they sing, dance, joy and greet?
 
The place where even the tears are sweet?
And where you take a step, but, without feet?

Where life hasn't been reduced to a staged plot?
Where thoughtlessness is more important than thought?

Where one wishes to be no one's master?
And where everyone's your servant and that's no disaster.

Where heart is superior to mind?
And where the ultimate value is - to be kind.

Where you find yourself within you
Where love resides, i want to live too....

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