ACT SEVEN ➳ WHISPER

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How I wish that I was like the water

Flowing so freely with every drop.

Let my every emotion wonder

No need to start, nor even stop.

How I wish I was like the fire

Burning with every flame up

Leaving a trace of hot desire

As a Phoenix raises its' wings up.

How I wish I was like the Earth

Raising each flower from the ground

Seeing the beauty of death and birth

And then returning to the ground.

How I wish I was like the wind

Hearing each whisper, sound, and thought.

A lonesome and wandering little wind

Shattering all that has been sought.

Oh, how I wish I was where you are

Not separated by empty space, so far.

It seems like we're galaxies apart

But we find hope within our heart.

And how I wish I was all of the above

So I can come below and yet forget

The beauty of angels

Which come down like a dove

And demons who love with no regret.

— VIRGIL KALYANA MITTATA —

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