Sunday, May 29, 2011


As all things are filled with my soul,
you emerge from the things,
filled with my soul.
You are like my soul,
a butterfly of dreams
and you are like the word Melancholy...
and you hear me from far away
and my voice does not reach you:
let me come to be still in your silence.

- Unattributed

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