Wednesday, 24 August 2011

sweet feeling

That stranger
who comes like a solemn breeze
and captivates my reasoning

That manna
which falls from heaven
and fills me even

That sonorous voice
which whispers sweet melody
and melts my worries

That race
which quickens my hearbeat
and I must win

You are as the solemn breeze
yet a fiercy furnace
as a warm  quilt
yet a piercing arrow
You are one
which even in pain must be won!

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