Unique it’s intensity
Complete, individuality
Originally designed for me
Only here informally
This spirit which possesses me
Makes me know the best of me
My own originality
It dreams not my destiny
But accepts reality
This voice I’ve heard
Soft, chirping, bird
Comes to me
This voice I’ve heard
In unspoken words
Awakens me
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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