poetry had always
been a dialogue with
yourself,
and it is very
comforting, as though
you are releasing smoke
from your chimney,
it frees what is jailed
within you, but there
is no waiving
goodbye,
it goes beyond your
own kind of freedom,
it reaches to the skies
to heaven, and there you
begin to listen,
as God begins to speak,
and that is another poem
authored by Him
only for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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