SHOBANA

  Where there's none watching A place where Santa misses Above an arc with Juliet blooms hidden in a silent corner A lone mistletoe drooped The red berries were pretty, though sad  The plant could spread its vines far  The fruits scattered between the leaves and wooden stems They wait to be noticed So what of the Juliet blooms? Lest they be overshadowed! The mistletoe bent its head low Hiding as it had been before Knew that the Juliet blooms could never be overshadowed. They were far too pretty! The Juliet blooms were christened as beauties long before, and wore a crown of roses on its sturdy branches. Then on a Christmas night when the carols rose high A boy and a girl in love looked up at the arc Spotting the mistletoe Kissed to seal the night with mistletoe magic. The mistletoe never drooped again Hadn't it been the reason for two lovers to be happy on a Special Night? The mistletoe brightened in spirit from then on OH, how wonderful that It had finally made a mark on ...

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The humble man in a quiet room heard a voice call out to him: 'Son, Son, what ails you that with clasped hands before me you stand disillusionment in your eyes distraught bores your heart Your pain weighs heavily on your shoulders There's much anguish and grief I see them all Tell me what ails you?" The humble man, his eyes wet with tears His words were barely a whisper, he replied: "I hear the hypocritical men, the same ones that poisoned the earth the minds of children and laid taint upon the soils of the land. I cry for the loss of goodness for their hearts are ridden with greed and they stumble in a drunken worship of evil I fear for the loss of sanity For madness has taken root in this world."  Then, in the silence of the room  A Storm brewed: Waves lashed against the rocks that never moved an inch Fortified by centuries of strength standing upright  against the might of a turbulent tide Until calm subdued the waters And the sea danced to the winds once more...