Flying soars
Winds that rush
Past be gone
Now is hush.
Silence speaks
Louder noise
Here is now
In your voice.
Freedom calls
Can you hear?
In yourself
You disappear.
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SOMETIMES EVEN WORDS CAN'T HOLD THE ESSENCE OF THOUGHT
About Me
- Anka Wisha
- Stop. Don't hear, listen. Turn. Take a look around and find yourself.
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