Language of the Heart

Language of the Heart

I'll
Speak the language of the heart
And I'll see visions clear
Open my soul as a flower
Thirsty for the rain and sunflower sun
And never mind the thorns.
I want to kiss warm rain
Be kissed in cold rain
I want
To
Step to the cliff
Edge
On tip toes
And
Fall
Down
And
Down
Without
Fear
And
Spread my wings
Catch the wind
And
To make love with the sky
The clouds and stars sigh.


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A poem today. I hope somebody likes it :-)