The Poems I Never Wrote
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When attention is soft and heart mellow,
the sounds of silence oft invades our form,
pervading presence, igniting soul's glow,
felt vividly as blissful currents warm.
Vaporised self's swept away in this storm,
shaping in our head words sent from heaven
but if we take this boon as a given,
the music slips through fissures in our mind;
thus unless the void remains our haven,
these gifts from beyond we must leave behind.
07-October-2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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