THE SINGER
You sing songs, soft and sweet,
The words are well chosen and nice.
But what is it that touches the hearts,
Beyond the walls of words and voice,
Something is felt, the divine fragrance.
Moving not a bit,
just swaying with your words,
Ripples of ecstacy, no walls to stop.
Rising to a new word,
Ringing of bells, knocking at doors,
Soon is reached the kingdom of lord...
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