Thy heart is full of flowers and stars

The magic is in how it tells a sound

 by what is heard or something bound

To desirability within

The harps may say to a string

Have it as you may

But it’s beneath it all

That surpasses hopes when all are lost

Refusing to give in

Rather musing a power

That steers you to the blue sea

Emphatically recharging itself

Is the oneness formed

When all calls cease

There is one that has no end

Beginning with “I”

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