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By Ali Date: 2002 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.18.20.23.6953]] |
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I do not know this language, This verse written swiftly Upon the sand, but I still can feel The meaning, the emotion underneath, Pulsing like a diamond in the rough, Demanding to be acknowledged, But I am wary of the cost, As everything has a price, And so much has been left undefined, And yet still unknowing, I have choosen to remain, For we risk our hearts for Such things as this, A honey warmed possibilty. There is something beyond the sound, The sheer noise of this situation, And what speaks cannot be named, But the message is clear crystal, Smoking in the hand like sage, Bringing truth to destinations unknown, As I tempt the hope inside me to breathe, To dare to move a moment unhindered, Within this body that refuses falsities, And dreams in pretty colored faith, But I still fear these steps I take, These moves that I watch and follow, Taking chances with each small, sweet smile-- I know now that the cost does not matter much, I will risk what needs to be risked, If only for a moment to share your world. |