Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

An Angel without Voice

Extremely awesome.

Serenades of a dreamer...

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Sometimes I wish if I knew the language of tears,
I could’ve heard unsaid words that nobody hears.
I could’ve learned what was ripping inside your heart…
what to feel was as breaking as disclosing for lips – hard.

I can feel sea without fishes, sky without stars,
wind without direction, universe without quasars;
Earth barren – without people, when you are without voice…
Like someone’s designated to a solace – but in no rejoice.

Why propel illusions of failure building the wall of fears,
breaking sight of the world beyond apparent frontiers?
Nurturing the hindrances that impede your fresh start,
maintaining the visage of the whole, while inside has fallen apart

Feel how bees are losing their passion, flowers have lost their charm,
birds have gone rogue, since the wind has gone disturbingly calm.
Even sea has lost its patience, amidst sails have lost their plans.
Come out for…

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