Mitta Xinindlu

Freshman - 563 Points (01 September / South Africa)

The Song - Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

The Song that healeth my body;
The Song that dwelleth in my soul,
Freezing my mind and making my fingertips numb;
Stealing my time and yet taking away my frown.

I believe in you, The Song.

I hear you, The Song;
The Song that giveth questions to my answers.
The Song that turned all of it upside down;
The Song that giveth troubles to a soul now filleth with greed and no flowers.

I hear you, The Song.
I believe in you, The Song.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2012

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