Gently..
It glides through the vacuum..
Where spaces meet..
And nothing is found..
Whispering..
Songs of hope,
for seasons..
Beyond the limits of time.
Formless,
with bliss laden rhythms-..
To give direction,
on paths to follow...
Voiceless..
On sleeping floors
where vanity..
Finds solace..
Blowing
Along it paths..
The flutes of fantasy..
To heal a lost soul.
Listen..
Yes listen...
As life plays silently..
On sweet insanity..
Abiding..
On nothingness..
Where emptiness,
Is precious than gold..
All rights reserved
© 2015.
It glides through the vacuum..
Where spaces meet..
And nothing is found..
Whispering..
Songs of hope,
for seasons..
Beyond the limits of time.
Formless,
with bliss laden rhythms-..
To give direction,
on paths to follow...
Voiceless..
On sleeping floors
where vanity..
Finds solace..
Blowing
Along it paths..
The flutes of fantasy..
To heal a lost soul.
Listen..
Yes listen...
As life plays silently..
On sweet insanity..
Abiding..
On nothingness..
Where emptiness,
Is precious than gold..
All rights reserved
© 2015.
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