Some pure voices are never shared,
not meant to be written
As your naked voice pierces my soul
Delivering the expected message of the universe
Over the path of emptiness.
Hearing your gifted words guiding me
Destined.
My soul knows it is time
Whispering my readiness
In the echo of stillness.
Some voices will never be heard,
not meant to last
Vanished and forgotten in the wells of time
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Robin
December 10, 2020
The forgotten words of the prophets are written on my soul 💫