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:: in soft lydian airs... ::

" Lap me in soft Lydian airs

Married to immortal verse

Such as the meeting soul may pierce

In notes, with many a winding bout

Of linked sweetness long drawn out,

With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,

The melting voice through mazes running;

Untwisting all the chains that tie

The hidden soul of harmony."


Lydian airs

of a summer morning

dappled light

lands softly

touching the world

with whispers

of gentleness



the sun rises...

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