01-18-2013, 12:43 PM
Hi, thanks for the feedback. 
Made some more changes
The book unfolds, a journey begins.
Out fly butterflies down purified skin.
That which turns, it has turned.
Chanting, singing.
Nothing compares to the worth
of a harmonious melody's rebirth.
Trembled palms raise up.
The soul bounces in a trapped molded clay cup.
Such words are not from earth.
Sincerity supplicates,
while a river flows in a garden of open gates.
Long to leave now and plunge into these words of love.
Most Merciful, this is the day.
Your light has shown me the way.
I've swiftly flown to the seven skies above.
Made some more changes
The book unfolds, a journey begins.
Out fly butterflies down purified skin.
That which turns, it has turned.
Chanting, singing.
Nothing compares to the worth
of a harmonious melody's rebirth.
Trembled palms raise up.
The soul bounces in a trapped molded clay cup.
Such words are not from earth.
Sincerity supplicates,
while a river flows in a garden of open gates.
Long to leave now and plunge into these words of love.
Most Merciful, this is the day.
Your light has shown me the way.
I've swiftly flown to the seven skies above.