When silence speaks and words are born within,
they are releasing images and freeing,
and wipe away the fate’s conceited grin,
as if divine presence fills my being.
The words that inconspicuously grew
and burst into my mind a fragrant nectar,
to freedom of the sky, like birds, they flew
with rhythm and rhymes, as a guiding vector.
When from my heart they flew to glide with ease,
producing in my soul an elation,
would they impart to you an inner peace,
awakening the spirit of creation?
When in this fallen world the words have wings,
will they give a hope for tomorrow?
Will they rhyme with troubling you things?
Will they lift you up in times of sorrow?
12.03.2019
Words
© Copyright: Альбина Кумирова, 2019
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