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The Voice
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Walking through a jungle
full of blooming trees and wild beasts,
the jungle of my mind,
lost in the quicksand of my thoughts,
changing paths
going round in circles…
I can hear my heart beat, or is it the wind singing?
There is a voice…
a whisper,weak and faint,
sometimes strong like a thunder,
but I don’t listen I can’t hear
in this noisy world,
questions screaming,
challenges have piercing eyes,
”Be still my child and walk this way”,
the voice is loud and clear,
I am confused, I understand,
yet I know better, I have to try and
go my own way,
follow my heart…chasing shadows
making love to dreams, dine with disaster,
dance with joy…
who is this talking,
seducing, deceiving me?
My heart, where are you leading me?
My heart, I follow you…
is this another lesson?
maybe…surely…
“Child, don’t you ever learn?”
Sybille (Sydney)Krivenko 2006
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- Sydney Krivenko
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