The weeping
Tears
Joy
The sparkle in the tears
Mourning and groaning
Enveloped in the sound of the future
Future resident inside of me
The sound of burning flames
The living destiny so pure and sound
That pure visibility inscribed in the sound beyond the hills
The rolling hills of visibility
Bathing in the cascades of music and beauty reserved only for the dreamers
That ageless sound
The sound of possession
Even possessing the enemy's gates
The sound in the; from Whom, I draw my faith!
9 December 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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