A Glimpse - Poem by aida melesse
What is this sound that rings in my ears?
This stream that gushes through my veins?
A bright light that has come from the stars?
This sensation that leaves a stain on my heart?
A glimpse of what?
A passing wind
A running wave
A rolling stone
From a mountain top
That doesn’t wait.
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