Fresh lemon juice; that fragrance
The smell of rain on green grass
Reminds me of the years I lost
Of how the mountains became dust
Hill after hill, I built my palace
After all, I thought it was a race
Day after day I sit by the ocean
Rhyming myself with its motion
What do I seek? I can’t see the end
What do I need? Will I ever ascend?
My heart beats slowly; no emotion
What do I get out of this devotion?
So confused is little Nima today
Lets just take the guitar and play
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