On the Wings of Words
On The Wings Of Words
For quite a time no word would rhyme
So heavy is the quill, so dense is the ink
And the word just succumbs and loses its prime
While the heart carries its weight and drops its link
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No woven words would whisper a woe
To a hidden power of surrender that started to reign
As a valiant heart that denies the victory of a foe
And greets pain not just in drops but rather rain
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I run of Light
Feel so tight
I seek sight
To dare night
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My word swallowed its sound
As I sighed for silence
A wish to have the soul drowned
And attain the presence of a guidance
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I want to remain silent
Be aware of each moment
Render the dormant vibrant
And inner beauty fluent
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I want my word towards the zenith mount
Be light and crystal, intense and of worth
Be of insight.. inspiration, a real fount
My spirit on the wings of words to a rebirth..
Besma
August 24th, 2023
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2023
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