Monday, February 13, 2012


Silence reigns.
I let my mind
Play in the rain.

My thoughts are wet
Dripping down my soul.

It is cold
It is cold
The skin cries in vain

My mind plays in the rain
I the soul, loses all the stains.

I the soul, and mind,
In highest contemplation
In nothingness I become but everything.

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