Classical Song
Classical Song
Bright Silence,
From the golden soul of the sun
then when the sky was only sun
sprung Your Heart’s seed-song –
Your first Face.
And such radiant smile-flood dawned
an endless tide of glisk-waves
through the shoreless stretches
depths and heights
of Creation
new-born and ancient as Delight,
and out of myths
of echoes’ sighs,
my fledgling flames of breath
arise.
– Duradarshinee Lee.
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