My words are my words
They speak the thing I lived
They are no magic to attract you
But my spontaneous singing
Of the time I consumed
Believe not my words
They are the waves of my blood
And the warmth of my tears
They are mine not yours
Neither believe them nor follow
Listen the tune
And discover the source
In your own heart
My words have a music
But bear not any meaning
They may give out something
If you search to see
But you may miss the song
Coming simultaneously
From your own heart within
My words are my words
But can also become yours
If you can flow with the current
Of the music they create in silence.
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