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Borrowed Words
None of the words are mine
Some I heard in dreams
Some were whispered by stones
Reverberations of saint's tears
The haunting satisfaction of sinners
The words etched uttered once
The words yet to be spoken
Floating eternally in stream of time
Like mist some rise, some fall like rain
the old Soul in me remembers them
I am a speck drifting on boundless
Infinite eternal emptiness of space
Some encase me like a fragrance
Some drops in quietly, sinks deep
Awareness grows as they chisel me
Like a drunk, I repeat what I hear
Without hesitation, I follow them
Through unknown path of destiny's forest
Words has been told, it will be again
Once by them, now by me, then by others
Some are reverberations of sinner's smile
Few, haunting tears of of saints
Some were whispered by stones
Some I heard in dreams
I echo, for none of the words are mine
