Tuesday, 28 February 2012

a jingle

Rooted deep within a shell,
Crouched, soft, tender.
Feared, timid, rolled within,
Burning desires to fly.

Desires to stand through,
The soft pains of love.
To melt into,
the harsh words of the enemy.

To find love within our own eyes,
To find peace within the noisy mind.
To dance on the tunes of silence,
To sleep with open eyes.


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