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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The wind has been asleep,
slow and gentle,
calm and simple..
The dream has only kept
walking, going and learning.
That at a point a hear the voices
I speak what I dream,
for the first time in my life.
I've never heard myself,
in my dreams.
Say so many things, true.
Ah! and all those words I dream,
they're inexplicable.
Is my mind really that winding?
That expresses all the stress.
Complete with all my teeth grinding.
My whole body aching, late at night.
Yet, not visible by sight.
My spirit is loving, gentle and kind.
Full of all its needs and not deprived.
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