In the twilight's hush, whispers take flight, Beneath the stars' soft, guiding light, A melody of dreams, woven in the night. This poem is better than mine, In the ephemeral state of being in which i am at this point in time, I effervesce in the clouds in the ether above. Everpresent states of mind from which the soul stems, Seriously taken, eternally made.
Chippi Chippi Chappa Chappa Dubi Dubi Daba Daba