"In ourselves as a secret
as a love song
there is a flood of self over
it is nothing
abundance without end or beginning,
just a drawing in the heart of time
he live to slip away
and back infinitely
in tem of our lives, our sighs
break away from everything that tears us apart
To raise us again and start again
and to invent the world, one breath, the senses...
On the path to a lifetime
opening for a mind
in everyone heart
loneliness in ourselves
carry for ever its aftermath
get carry away by the winds
blend in our torments and our storms.
What is the breeze that we attempt,
the journey is long and difficult,
but there is a glow, a light, one impulse
it is a sweet silence
to reach the source in the heart of time
...For her infinite soul...
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