To sing… to lift up ones voice whether for sorrow or for joy is a gift we share with only Angels and birds. It is fundamental for us as for them… perhaps for different reasons but at our core it resonates, in our souls it intensifies.
We become an instrument for this great symphony but what to play? What note is mine? What cord are you? Can we find harmony? Without harmony there is nothing… there can be nothing if not a void awash in silent thoughts.
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A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoesíaJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.
