Up and down, in waves of undulation,
Life takes its veering turn,
There in that little bend,
Lies a lotus of whirling spend.
Life nicely turns around,
What is there in this fluttering bird.
A dove of peace, a rightful joke,
As we yawn and we laugh.
There is no gift greater
Than a charming jewel,
A gift of hope, a ray of light,
A lovely x-ray of intent.
There is no bigger, greater discussion,
Than a conversation of intuition,
In imagination, in lovely tones
Life is life.
Life takes its veering turn,
There in that little bend,
Lies a lotus of whirling spend.
Life nicely turns around,
What is there in this fluttering bird.
A dove of peace, a rightful joke,
As we yawn and we laugh.
There is no gift greater
Than a charming jewel,
A gift of hope, a ray of light,
A lovely x-ray of intent.
There is no bigger, greater discussion,
Than a conversation of intuition,
In imagination, in lovely tones
Life is life.
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