tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37919532324310312802024-03-21T21:59:25.271-07:00THE RAMBLING MINSTRELnAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-54595040947828261392017-03-27T15:25:00.000-07:002017-03-27T15:25:39.910-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u>A Cyclic Dilemma</u></h2>
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If that which came to pass, was meant to be that way;</div>
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Then did my actions and passions have no role to play? </div>
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Or is it my actions that decide the course of life? </div>
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Is the current state, an effect of my strife? </div>
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Which is the cause and which is the effect? </div>
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This is decided at who's behest? </div>
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Such questions often broaden or mire the simple mind</div>
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Are these pointless rants or journey towards the divine? </div>
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Whatever the answers to these might be, </div>
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Time is at hand! Your will is free! (?) </div>
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So strive on! Move ahead till you breath your last.</div>
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Life's too precious to dwell on the past! </div>
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... But, if my present is a function of the past; </div>
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Was it predestined, that which has come to pass? </div>
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was it meant, to be this way? </div>
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Schemes and designs have no role to play?</div>
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No rhyme, no reason, No plans no actions, </div>
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Just cyclic contemplation and cyclic reactions. </div>
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nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-29856460533222811892016-12-22T23:43:00.001-08:002016-12-22T23:44:13.527-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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THE DEPTHS OF 'ER HEART</div>
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There is one, a maiden fair, nice and good she is.</div>
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A million matters in her heart and in her eyes a million dreams.</div>
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Perhaps tis' those dreams there are that glint in her eyes.</div>
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Or are they thoughts that turn not to words and reach a sad demise?</div>
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Or maybe they are unsaid words that leave things undone</div>
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Or maybe they are the tunes of heart that have gone unsung.</div>
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What'er might be the case, the sheen is sure to stay.</div>
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Grit and resolve they hath shown.. She always has her way!</div>
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Though the turtle may have a shell, that is strong and hard to breach</div>
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It is only to keep safe the core, that's delicate and hard to reach.</div>
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Of what is made that glint of her eye.. no one shall ever know.</div>
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Of joy of sorrow of great lament, or of a strong heart warrior bold!</div>
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nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-42016423609126397092012-08-30T11:10:00.003-07:002012-08-30T11:16:19.990-07:00 The First Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The days seem bleak and the heart seems weak</div>
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nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-16841181237244978782011-04-22T10:55:00.000-07:002011-04-22T11:12:24.356-07:00NOTHING TO IT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSq5xRahQQhtMrONuZ8RIKQ_3LEKprpKQxWCKHCJ3gL8u9et95yM0tZaCLZ9ro4aMaMOSJu8Hc2CcF7PCdTwc9P8c-NjpO-_H0fHRZ7wWSUQUb3rMQU_qr0p3tkf2bMhKu3CnK0SeJGAw/s1600/silvr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSq5xRahQQhtMrONuZ8RIKQ_3LEKprpKQxWCKHCJ3gL8u9et95yM0tZaCLZ9ro4aMaMOSJu8Hc2CcF7PCdTwc9P8c-NjpO-_H0fHRZ7wWSUQUb3rMQU_qr0p3tkf2bMhKu3CnK0SeJGAw/s320/silvr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598468629014753634" /></a>Nothing is here, forever, to stay.<div>You might say "No" Oh well, you may.</div><div>But this is a fate we all do share.</div><div>Unmindful of this,our lives, we bear.</div><div><br /></div><div>We love, only to loose.</div><div>We laugh, only to cry.</div><div>We loose, only to find again.</div><div>We are born, only to die.</div><div><br /></div><div>One journey ends,for another to begin.</div><div>We stay steadfast, only to give in.</div><div>We correct mistakes, to make new ones.</div><div>We laugh out loud, but cry with in.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why do we do this? i ask.</div><div>If you are happy, laugh aloud</div><div>If you are sad, then cry your heart out</div><div>If you are angry, let it out loud</div><div>If you love someone, tell 'em about(it)</div><div><br /></div><div>For,We love, only to loose.</div><div>We laugh, only to cry.</div><div>We loose, only to find again.</div><div>We are born, only to die.</div>nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-36141867505987745632011-04-22T10:28:00.000-07:002011-04-22T10:54:39.752-07:00Sailor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2gfoot2W378iTLttcLB7jj0HloMsPqL3rnwAjDTi1xWZ8gY92SL9WG_6tR_LDXyz2579N41PdN2M0JiNkjBjdiKVSCWytRsCfqFLEF_IfkXfuySObLOuN8nt_NxKYRvdy6n9lXglMOE/s1600/sailor.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2gfoot2W378iTLttcLB7jj0HloMsPqL3rnwAjDTi1xWZ8gY92SL9WG_6tR_LDXyz2579N41PdN2M0JiNkjBjdiKVSCWytRsCfqFLEF_IfkXfuySObLOuN8nt_NxKYRvdy6n9lXglMOE/s320/sailor.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462560951870466" /></a>When she jolts on the high seas,<div>I get shaken and can hardly sleep.</div><div>The ocean below me, I know, is deep.</div><div>And i feel numb, every time I peep.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I think of it, I tremble in terror.</div><div>My heart is griped by constant fear.</div><div>And when in need of some ease and calm,</div><div>I think of you, in my arms.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your face in my mind looks so sweet,</div><div>And me with hard ground under my feet,</div><div>That serene place where we always meet.</div><div>and the soft grass beneath.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do u remember the scented breeze?</div><div>The ducks, the pond and the wading gees</div><div>The soft sun that sets in the west.</div><div>In our lands where our hearts rest.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-71065561347091011672010-12-30T07:12:00.000-08:002010-12-30T07:36:55.685-08:00What does one do?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstgGPOg0fJqAqCPSukF652VljazzKhUu9CauCaer6WgG8KBlC6K0glcc1PBLGc0TmUT-JzqeWlChyC-yzjEuTEUZjPq2AazKlyBvsG6icinyZDFKE6AP0CMO6PxftG7Nkj6ZGVh8Gi1o/s1600/candle-smoke-157.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstgGPOg0fJqAqCPSukF652VljazzKhUu9CauCaer6WgG8KBlC6K0glcc1PBLGc0TmUT-JzqeWlChyC-yzjEuTEUZjPq2AazKlyBvsG6icinyZDFKE6AP0CMO6PxftG7Nkj6ZGVh8Gi1o/s320/candle-smoke-157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556499710351076514" /></a><br />What does one do?<div>When the will for all good things are gone.</div><div>What does one do? when one a true smile can no longer b adorne?</div><div>What does one do? When friendship only seems "give and take"</div><div>What does one do? when one thinks only about the money he can make.</div><div><br /></div><div>A face,once, that meant the world to you,Now feels oblivious and new.</div><div>When, food which made your heart leap, you see it now as a tasteless heap.</div><div>A scent which once tantalized your mind, can no longer make you feel sublime.</div><div>What does one do??</div><div><br /></div><div>Those sweet stories that you once read,</div><div>No longer gets you tears to shed.</div><div>That certain song that once made your day</div><div>Can no longer be that way.</div><div>The beautiful things that filled your heart with joy.</div><div>The books,the paintings and the toy.</div><div>But now, all seems so barren and "un-divine"</div><div>What does one do??</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When the spirit of adventure no longer dwells in your heart.<br />when the thirst for knowledge, is forever quenched<br />when the ability to love is all gone<br />when the passion for life is no longer born..... </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" >why does one live? 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SwqU69IrGWCsagKiATkc3ObK1HVHpmkZ50U21eb7rjmBaziONVeW50K_C91lAKT5NxZX5BOgtn2KHAsXgvJbQjfSjweEyhEnnsqSF-DuDe9gnmXvJXGQqi6WqiWaZNSt7rEaQFhW5G0/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543406551715163362" /></a>The sky had swallowed the sun,<div> the reign of the night had begun.<div>Fear crept into the boys heart.</div><div>He shivered, with out knowing to do what.</div><div><br /></div><div>He could hear voices under his bed</div><div>Listening to them he crouched with dread</div><div>And tried to make out what the voices said.</div><div>To see where the conversation led.</div><div><br /></div><div>They were different kind of voices.</div><div>Some would whisper, while some would chirp.</div><div>And some wailed like the haunted seas,</div><div>Then there was the buzzing of the bees</div><div><br /><div>The boy tried to sleep, but in vain.</div><div>He shut his eyes hard, but was only a pain.</div><div>Of all this trouble there was no gain.</div><div>But only a few minutes of cat nap.</div><div><br /></div><div>He lied on his bed, eyes wide open;</div><div>waiting for the day to break.</div><div>He prays god for the sun to come</div><div>But still the sky was just a starry one.</div><div><br /></div><div>The boy then counted the stars all night.</div><div>Till the darkness gave way to light.</div><div>But by then he was sound asleep</div><div>Soon his mom came by and peeped.</div><div>And allowed him no more to sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-59953699042213809392010-07-14T09:53:00.000-07:002010-07-14T10:00:16.075-07:00MEANT TO BE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxz5WXmLK0wsMRNamoKGgKEqxtkeIQbxbCaxmvFoOfLh-t9ZDh-KR73ezuvbtdR87lVlPL4I0-st0Hx1hInirLjgLmUL7A04jC8JUC8IgQBDo47qDQQBUULtZH64L_IW0KdpXoOLG_5c/s1600/355271_black+rose+blood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxz5WXmLK0wsMRNamoKGgKEqxtkeIQbxbCaxmvFoOfLh-t9ZDh-KR73ezuvbtdR87lVlPL4I0-st0Hx1hInirLjgLmUL7A04jC8JUC8IgQBDo47qDQQBUULtZH64L_IW0KdpXoOLG_5c/s320/355271_black+rose+blood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493807248226196978" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB">Where are the days when the sun shone bright?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB">When we went strong, with all our might</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB">Surrendered to each other</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB">Prepared to fight, to the morning light.</span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Gone are the days when we saw each other,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Cuddled up together, looked out for one another</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Curled up in the couch, I kissed your pout</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Now I’m all alone... when I sing.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">I can still feel your hair against my face,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Can remember your beauty n your grace.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Can still feel your warmth with-in me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Oh! I know that we were meant to be</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Can we hold hands again under the starry sky?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Can we speak for long, n on the grass we’ll lie.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Can I feel your face against mine?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Oh! Please say yes, for one more time.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">When i saw you the other day,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">All my thoughts went astray.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Why couldn’t you have waited for me?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-GB">Cause i always thought we were meant to be.</span></p></div>nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791953232431031280.post-66157775620694699202010-07-12T11:50:00.001-07:002010-07-12T12:39:03.092-07:00The Singing Stones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQotKFHvZVop3-yfVsFsh_uYNV7YEic_bpFTDvlnM1xojglQXDHQkCGM3AyIApfPm0-B9bb27W0sZkOi7Ku43tAQVA3jfGUU7SAI80V-aZqYAWGa7yKQOqfzCmfJAXlfIaE4wx1ulsjM8/s1600/100_1160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQotKFHvZVop3-yfVsFsh_uYNV7YEic_bpFTDvlnM1xojglQXDHQkCGM3AyIApfPm0-B9bb27W0sZkOi7Ku43tAQVA3jfGUU7SAI80V-aZqYAWGa7yKQOqfzCmfJAXlfIaE4wx1ulsjM8/s320/100_1160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493099575949342098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; ">And there it stood, the great old monument, </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Below the vast, everlasting firmament.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Its face, washed by a hundred rains; tanned by a thousand suns.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">It still stands, immobile and resolute,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Mocking at the test of time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Its beauty, as always- divine,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Though the days of pomp are gone</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Though festoons no long adorn.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Its not a structure, but poetry. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Not carved, but composed by a hundred toiling hands.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Written not, from the tip of their quills,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">But etched, by the edge of their chisels.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">How many cold winters has it seen?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">How many summers there have been?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">How many raids has it witnessed?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">No one can tell, as it stands quiescent.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">The bodies of the hands might have withered away,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">To death, they might have given way.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">But, such beauty and splendour that they have made,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Surely has made their souls to stay.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">Minstrels still sing its praise,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">None who set eyes, move their gaze.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">A creation, as such, shall never again be seen </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-GB">It goes on to prevail for posterity.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>nAgEsHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593828337546943301noreply@blogger.com14