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it's with sadness I have that I can't hear the words
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The Ramblings Of A Madman Shhh
don't speak.
listen to the rhythmic winds whisper in the desert night
something hauntingly calling out to be heard
it's with sadness I have
that I can't hear the words
from this abyss of darkness I ask of him
shed some light on this forsaken soul
the shaman said to listen an learn
but the vision's I've called upon are blurred
am I blinded to the truth ?
is redemption just out of grasp ?
a sin long suffered from the past ?
love ?
hate ?
their's or mine ?
Shhh
don't speak.
listen to the rhythmic winds whisper in the desert night
something hauntingly calling out to be heard
it's with sadness I have
that I can't hear the words
~ D Donner ~
Wow is too littler word for
Wow is too littler word for this! Deeply affecting. ooooh i envy your writing!!! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
From The Heart Writing
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"...listen to the rhythmic winds whisper in the desert night..." between winds and whisper an excellent example of caesure (the pause) and the line mimics the sound of the wind in onomatapoea (sense and sound as one). Miraculous mesmerizing write. Aloneness painted with words. Nice. ~Star~
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