Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Interior wings


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A voice I hear
Comes into being
A voice without a form
Calls from deep within

A call I hear
When I drench in the rain
When I flow with wind
When I laugh in pain

 A dream I dream
In core silent night
Day, I see omens
Truth fills the light

Subtle nuance I feel
Dwells in my smile
A shade of beauty
Infantile, puerile, juvenile

A fire in me
Ignites my soul
Cites my wishes
Reigns new role

A voice, a call
A nuance, a fire
Elements all are
Of my wish my desire

Nor in my heart
Neither in mind it hides
But in my every biomolecule
It resides.

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