Through the nothingness of desire
you hear it
the words rising above the world
woven wildly in dreams beating
in precise rhythms
pockets of wonder to reach out
and feed on
left unsaid spoken only
by the heart words unchained
wandering the sky
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3 comments:
"woven wildly in dream beating in precise rhythms
...
could be the start of a poem all its own.
wonderfully woven ;)
yes
xo
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It's those wildly woven dreams of wonder that really cause me to curse the morning light.
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