Azelmion.
In A3 Major.
.
Another parachute drop dropped again.
Who will benefit is the game.
The little guy, who needs it must.
Lucky if only just gets a little closer again.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Azelmion
S
S.
In C major.
.
Invited to turn the page
Of a bodyline of beaming text.
Enriched with insightful views
At times, at angles quite acute.
The critic shook the foot and head of the page.
.
Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Ttelayen
Ttelayen.
In D major.
.
Even the heaviest cloud is still hanging
While it sails across the open seas
It will lighten itself periodically.
Where most likely you do not see.
.
Reflection from the Mediterranean
Ghopazae
Ghopazae.
In B3 Major.
.
Joy, for the clean air and moderate sun.
Joy, of the whispering wind.
Joy, for clean water to drink.
Joy, to see others happy and serene.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Oueyuki
Oueyuki.
In D major.
.
Back to Cimabue.
Looking back to move forward.
Ways are open beyond the edge
Clearly, there are more interesting ways.
Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Theai
Thyai.
In B3 major.
.
I will never travel to the stars.
Physical no, not the stars
But I can dream.
I can imagine.
The stars will come to me.
.
Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Myieco
Myieco.
In F3 major.
.
What has the weather got to do with it?
Raining, cloudy, or sunny winter days
The same, same old journey
Travelling along for till time of days.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
G
G.
In G3 major.
.
The garden’s lonely trees
As there are only three
A clearly planned vision and a treat.
There are not many of us, also only three.
.
Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Naoryann
Naoryann.
In A3 Major.
.
Of his time, it was hazy
Pushing days along the old ways
Hail or shine did not fade away the nature
Till his time stopped again.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.
Idlyao
Idlyao
In G major.
.
Only there are their names are remembered.
Hammered down onto the page.
Their street bells are silent
As they lay cold where they rest.
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Reflection from the Mediterranean.