Word and word.
What is a word
That is in me?
Word is a word
It is generous.
Is it?
I am going towards a word
Is it in renunciation
As you say, my dear?
The word is in front of my mouth,
The word is in my eyes,
The word is in my passion,
The word is in my desire,
The word is On my head,
The word pervades my entire body.
And which is not my body
And that I cannot tell you,
If anyway I try to say
It would be false as You know,
I know You are there and
As a guide with natures.
And I am going with a word,
I am going in search of a word,
I am going beyond word,
I know You are a word
And I am within that word,
Let me go, my dear with that word.
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