Are the words we speak truth of oneself
do we truly see where they come from
your mind, your body, your soul,
maybe mixture of all,
Do you really feel what you read,
can you hear every word they speak,
listen, for Beloved in near,
right next to your ear,
but you can't hear him there
become silent for a moment,
truth..
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