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When U miss me just say: C.L.I.C.K
C=Can’t live without u.
L=Love U.
I=I miss U.
C=Care About U.
K=Kiss from my Heart to u
So, When U miss me just say:- (CLICK)
C=Can’t live without u.
L=Love U.
I=I miss U.
C=Care About U.
K=Kiss from my Heart to u
So, When U miss me just say:- (CLICK)
The Reed Flute
Pay heed to the
grievances of the reed
Of what divisive
separations breed
From the reedbed cut
away just like a weed
My music people curse,
warn and heed
Sliced to pieces my bosom
and heart bleed
While I tell this tale of
desire and need.
Whoever who fell away
from the source
Will seek and toil until
returned to course
Of grievances I sang to
every crowd
Befriended both the
humble and the proud
Each formed conjecture in
their own mind
As though to my secrets
they were blind
My secrets are buried
within my grief
Yet to the eye and ear,
that’s no relief
Body and soul both
unveiled in trust
Yet sight of soul for body is
not a must.
The flowing air in this
reed is fire
Extinct, if with passion
won’t inspire
Fire of love is set upon the
reed
Passion of love this wine
will gladly feed
Reed is match for he who
love denied
Our secrets unveiled,
betrayed, defied.
Who has borne deadly
opium like the reed?
Or lovingly to betterment
guide and lead?
Of the bloody path, will
tell many a tale
Of Lover’s love, even
beyond the veil.
None but the fool can hold
wisdom dear
Who will care for the
tongue if not ear?
In this pain, of passing
days we lost track
Each day carried the pain
upon its back
If days pass, let them go
without fear
You remain, near, clear,
and so dear.
Only the fish will
unquenchingly thirst,
Surely passing of time, the
hungry curst.
State of the cooked is
beyond the raw
The wise in silence gladly
withdraw.
Cut the chain my son, and
release the pain
Silver rope and golden
thread, must refrain
If you try to fit the ocean
in a jug
How small will be your
drinking mug?
Never filled, ambitious
boy, greedy girl,
Only if satisfied, oyster
makes pearl.
Whoever lovingly lost shirt
on his back
Was cleansed from greed
and wanton attack
Rejoice in our love, which
would trade
Ailments, of every shade
and every grade
With the elixir of self-
knowing, chaste
With Hippocratic and
Galenic taste.
Body of dust from love
ascends
Pay heed to the
grievances of the reed
Of what divisive
separations breed
From the reedbed cut
away just like a weed
My music people curse,
warn and heed
Sliced to pieces my bosom
and heart bleed
While I tell this tale of
desire and need.
Whoever who fell away
from the source
Will seek and toil until
returned to course
Of grievances I sang to
every crowd
Befriended both the
humble and the proud
Each formed conjecture in
their own mind
As though to my secrets
they were blind
My secrets are buried
within my grief
Yet to the eye and ear,
that’s no relief
Body and soul both
unveiled in trust
Yet sight of soul for body is
not a must.
The flowing air in this
reed is fire
Extinct, if with passion
won’t inspire
Fire of love is set upon the
reed
Passion of love this wine
will gladly feed
Reed is match for he who
love denied
Our secrets unveiled,
betrayed, defied.
Who has borne deadly
opium like the reed?
Or lovingly to betterment
guide and lead?
Of the bloody path, will
tell many a tale
Of Lover’s love, even
beyond the veil.
None but the fool can hold
wisdom dear
Who will care for the
tongue if not ear?
In this pain, of passing
days we lost track
Each day carried the pain
upon its back
If days pass, let them go
without fear
You remain, near, clear,
and so dear.
Only the fish will
unquenchingly thirst,
Surely passing of time, the
hungry curst.
State of the cooked is
beyond the raw
The wise in silence gladly
withdraw.
Cut the chain my son, and
release the pain
Silver rope and golden
thread, must refrain
If you try to fit the ocean
in a jug
How small will be your
drinking mug?
Never filled, ambitious
boy, greedy girl,
Only if satisfied, oyster
makes pearl.
Whoever lovingly lost shirt
on his back
Was cleansed from greed
and wanton attack
Rejoice in our love, which
would trade
Ailments, of every shade
and every grade
With the elixir of self-
knowing, chaste
With Hippocratic and
Galenic taste.
Body of dust from love
ascends
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