My Soul’s Symphony ..!

My Souls Symphony ..! ode

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In the maze of words and tales..
You behold grace .. of a beautiful phrase!
Medial of cacophony and melodic sound..
You hold the awe of primodal musical confound !

As dark dusk domes above the temple..
Farthest sound of shell, tinkle of a bell!
You are the face of my smiling dusk..
Sweetest fragrance of aromatic musk!

Embedded spread of silence in me…
You are unabridged, incitement of peace and ethereal beauty!
The temporal certainty, sentience, my gospel truth..
Unstoppable outpour you are, realization of death and birth!

As you embrace cords of a symphonic guitar..
Hymn abounds enveloping air and vowing a voir !
You , the voice of my beginning, my end..
Fulfilling journey you are that my soul wishes to wend!

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