Untitled Poem II

when I hear a whisper I jump like the sun at dawncoming up but staying still and yet spinning in the voida void made beautiful by the timeless dreams we all dream Hearing the whisper become our song is wonderfula song created just for the times we would forget our familiesjust for those times we forget our destinies our passions 

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