GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

What I write does not need to make sense,

Time will be opportune when silence is broken,

And in that moment, the words will shout,

Bringing to light what was left suspended in the air.

I will be the meaning that, in pause, waited,

Enamoured in the yearning that time kept,

In your kiss, what was once merely a word,

Transforms into truth, that the heart demands.

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