Wailing and silencing voices of protuberant thought
beyond today, hoping for an agreement of kindred
spirits as life revolves around time endlessly,
taking us with it on eternal journeys.
Touching upon chords of outstanding ability, tracing
them backwards into memories filling our minds.
Realizations etch themselves into our beings, becoming
part of us along the way.
Presuming daily portals are continually opening, giving entrance into our abysmal selves for knowledge and
meaning.
Taking unto our interior beings all the blessings of
life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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