GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

What I write need not make sense,

I let the words flow, in an undefined course,

Time will be right, when the moment arrives,

To make it roar, like a thunder echoing.

And in that instant, I will be the meaning I seek,

Suspended in the air, in the void where I dazzle,

I will be enamoured, in the longing for your kiss,

Where everything will make sense, and silence will be mine.

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