I could not speak,
So I dipped my soul in ink.
I could not feel,
So I hunted throughout
The land of music.
I could not see,
So I prayed
Within the deepest temples
Of Gods gardens.
Like so I listened
To my rose,
From a thousand miles away.
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Notes
the letters of my language
dipped in your lipstick
how a spirit is lost
in woodlands of your hair
a soul can not abandon
the temple of its birth
How many pilgrims
are lost for your skin?
Notes
Walk through gates of my being
As you did…
The woodland pastures.
I am an openness
In the calamity
Of a star.
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