They are all I have
The one who gave me the concept for evolvement
The other who infused content to my existence
They are all that I have
With whom I am gonna weave stories
It will be our journey
Of visionary delight
Till the color of autumn.
Those two probing voices
In the discordant hum of humanity
And burgeoning conflict
Are my pervasive feelings
Of metre and rhythm.
The one who gave me the concept for evolvement
The other who infused content to my existence
They are all that I have
With whom I am gonna weave stories
It will be our journey
Of visionary delight
Till the color of autumn.
Those two probing voices
In the discordant hum of humanity
And burgeoning conflict
Are my pervasive feelings
Of metre and rhythm.
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