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Being, behind the words   Feels a sublime ease   With a calm memory   A sense of being alive     In no Man’s land   Subscribing a new world order   With a sacred realm   Encrypted hope     Where,   The soul speaks     The Heart listens   An Ancient script,     In a native tongue        Don’t get it, Regardless?   A native tongue,   Same syllable,   Stammer astray        Misspelled, misunderstood     Those celestial pieces   Being, gracefully rude Phenomenal,   All in Innocence.
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
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Being, behind the words   Feels a sublime ease   With a calm memory   A sense of being alive     In no Man’s land   Subscribing a new world order   With a sacred realm   Encrypted hope     Where,   The soul speaks     The Heart listens   An Ancient script,     In a native tongue        Don’t get it, Regardless?   A native tongue,   Same syllable,   Stammer astray        Misspelled, misunderstood     Those celestial pieces   Being, gracefully rude Phenomenal,   All in Innocence.
Words with hope. Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
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M/Nepal
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
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