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Thursday 10 May 2007
If there be but one shooting star
Streaking across the velvet sky at dusk
And I try to pluck it out for you
Stop me, Chris, for that one star is for all to enjoy
If there be one pink lotus amidst a thousand whites
Blossoming fully under moonlit sky
And I moved to scoop it up for you
Stop me, Chris, for one flower left there, will grow manifold
If there be one songbird singing in the canopies
A song of detailed haunting beauty
And I tried caging it for you
Stop me, Chris, for natural melodies are meant to be freely sung
If there be one painting left unfinished in the world
Art of unblemished perfection and object of gracious envy
And I brought a brush to put the full broad strokes
Stop me, Chris, somethings are best left unending
Friday, May 11th 2007
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