From the
depths of fleeting darkholes
MS
I hear
An ephemeral posie calling
Exotic tongues of the heart
Speak my name
In a soulful abyss I'm falling. Falling!
The words like magic whispers
Break my fragments apart
Little bits of breezes
That shatter on my heart.
Feathery drops of tender sounds
Like softly falling rain
Illusions of heart calling soul
In wordless songs of pain.
Tiny sounds that cluster
To make meanings come alive
They make me sing a happy song
To which your letters jive.
I wander like the dandelion seed
The vagrant winds I soar
To hear the crumbs of rhapsody
Emanating from your shore.
Your words, they make me live
Don’t take them away
An ephemeral posie calling
Exotic tongues of the heart
Speak my name
In a soulful abyss I'm falling. Falling!
The words like magic whispers
Break my fragments apart
Little bits of breezes
That shatter on my heart.
Feathery drops of tender sounds
Like softly falling rain
Illusions of heart calling soul
In wordless songs of pain.
Tiny sounds that cluster
To make meanings come alive
They make me sing a happy song
To which your letters jive.
I wander like the dandelion seed
The vagrant winds I soar
To hear the crumbs of rhapsody
Emanating from your shore.
Your words, they make me live
Don’t take them away
O
fascinating weaver of dreams
Let their eloquence play.
Let
your words stay.Let their eloquence play.
MS
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