from glorious moments of the past
to hear shattered visions by lurdane rhetoric?
no, not i...
first but to scoff and toss the hair
and then to ponder
is this my heart unaware?
i soared through the
new blossoms of wisdom - wispy tendrils of growth
songs sprang from the deep
i heard them, the quiet whispers of callous vacuity
oh please is this my truth of identity?
breaking through the insignificance...this is my hope
what i believe to be true is the songs that i sing
and from my heart these songs
will fill with fire
burning away the selfish chaff and numbing fear
i will stand and i will not wallow
in ugliness...
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