it has no end no beginning, a lyric for the soul from the soul and not for the heart of man .wherever it begins that's where it may end and so the beginning of this might just be the end of this piece.
your phone might be still but mijn heart is not at rest even with my inner-self.
i want to post that letter that my heart speaks but my lips stagger when they begin that speech concerning a lyric of of my soul that is bonded with yours though we are one and cant be more .
this piece may not rhyme but i wrote it not with my mind but that heart and soul that speaks of my heart to you .
words like i love you i my not utter
but sure my actions never stagger .
the skies are blue my soul isn't .and if it may have i only think of roses. colours that only speak and talk of love freedom caring giving taking and providing when needed.
i didn't compose this for you but for me and my soul.
its not to flatter nor impress
its purpose is to set a man's soul free.
free from what ?
from everything and anything that does not in-slave him to her or him however it may be.
its not just a piece its one from ...............
my intention is not to look nor search for an end or the right finishing
for we this is life and when it begins there is no more beginning nor ending
this one lucked and so the sheet remains unmarked but the soul is filled with those hidden missing words.
or maybe there were never none
i guess we would never know
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xxviii x mm vii.....no its doesn't deserve this.was this planted before this sign or even after.......
