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Language of my soul

Contributed by Oceandreamer on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 09:57:13 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



We don’t observe what we will not see; we don’t search for, what we believe we will not find; we don’t miss what we know not we have lost… but …what we do not have; remains our unknown destiny. Destiny; Language of the soul… Like a voice in the night, a ray of light… Voice of the unknown, breaks the silence; between darkness and light… Brightest star; darkest night… Shadows… they’re dark empty spaces… like monsters in the night. Speaking of unknown places… places they have no name. We follow the trail… trail to nowhere; where questions know no answers, and where dreams are real. Waters flow; there is no end… Drops dripping from trees… frozen in time; forming icicles on my heart. A World, all on its own; a time real to none… No minutes, no seconds, no hours only time… Voice in the night shaking my feelings; like a teardrop ready to fly…. A Void of feelings raiding the sky; building castles on clouds; and silver rainbows passing by… Like a dream that has no end… Fly with me angel of love; take me high up… into the sky above. We’re all children of love… High above the clouds… where all is whole… only angels dare tread. Voice in the night; language of my soul… Fallen Angel; ‘O Angel of Light….




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Re: Language of my soul (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 10:10:34 PM AEST
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I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for such a beautiful write, and a touch of sharing, your heart.!

Brew~


Re: Language of my soul (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Sunday, 28th August 2005 @ 12:50:33 AM AEST
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Destiny, our future, the unknown. I look forward to the unknown in my life and what I will know when I reach my destiny's end and go beyond to the eternal life. I agree with Brew. Thank you for sharing these words of beauty and caring with us.

Rita




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