Key by key, beloved plays with compassion
I forget who earth is or who owns the skies
Moon, I look at you, show me your passion
The dreamland, the neverhood
Step into my home, I have no expectation
No visions, no dreams, no liveliness
No statue, not even a tree in this salvation
Place your hands, this water is clean
Billions of stars, all in meditation
Yet you sing with opera, but no song
Hear the rhythm; that is revelation
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Nima these words are simply amazing. I draw such inspiration from reading your poems.
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