Wednesday, January 18, 2012

From the mountain comes a song
Saying that however much
The soul may come to have,
It will always be unhappy.

The world is not its home,
And all that the world gives it
Is given as if to someone
Who'd rather not receive.

Is that what it says? I don't know.
There's music, no voice, at the window
Where I ponder my self, alone,
Like a shining star its glow.

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