A/N: Here’s a poem to my friend Ra. He requested I try make a happy poem. Here’s my attempt.

You act so disapproving,

My general cynicism has lost its meaning

And you bid me break it for inspiration.

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My sweet nirvana dwells deep within

The soft wisdom of the strings.

My fingers dance along

Then extension of myself that I have acquired.

My eyes close with this desire.

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It’s such a peaceful melody

Plucking at my ears to caress my soul.

Without this, Death would be welcome.

The echo is joined so perfectly

With the relating tongue

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And it speaks my soul.

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What does this mean, the “words”

That have no human equivalent?

This dance, the song we know so well

Deep in our hearts we sing its meaning

Though no voice could ever convey it perfectly.