Song
It brings me forth
Brings me high
Teaches to fly
Long
Have I set still
The harmony to fill
My heart takes shape
For which I’m ready to die
Angel voices join
Sprung from the loin
Of the wind spirit
Feel it, hear it?
Epiphany
Divine polyphony
All my dreams tell me.
Wave
Of harp sound
In stillness found
Me and touched deep
Slave
Of the Beauty
Of Brahma’s sleep
Which I must keep
And through/out all rains and sunlights weep
Sacred songs entwined
For a man the Grace to find / Feel the Grace and find
Voice of the wind spirit
Feel it, hear it? /
Sacred songs of flight
Freedom of a kite
Of the wind spirit
Feel it, hear it?
Epiphany
Divine polyphony
All my dreams tell me.
Song of the wind spirit
© Copyright: Кристина Эмо, 2008
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I just have no words!Superrrr!
With best wishes,
Di
Диана Давоян 10.06.2008 19:40 • Заявить о нарушении
With best wishes,
Di
Диана Давоян 10.06.2008 19:40 • Заявить о нарушении