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When the Beautiful Morning Whispers 
The human mind turns silent When the Quiet morning whispers. It is by listening and responding Without uttering a word That the silent morning whispers Come and guide you to your home. When he left for big adventures Arrogant still and without Pledges He encountered fear and nightmare And desires after That But no other way than this one Right across and far beyond Fears, desires, nightmares, clinging Can be seen and smiled upon Like a Beautiful Morning Whisper. After many years of travel He returns to sit again At the gates of pain and sorrow At the beginnings of True love. Please, you, reader, stop the reading And you will hear the Whisper’s Wind So profoundly saying nothing Beauty plays the Morning Sun. March 2009 |
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