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Do I fear the power of the wind

Or retrieve upon the anger of thunder

Do movements make me suspect visions

Of ghosts laying under

Do voices break my patience

Like glass

When windows shake and tremble

When I close my eyes , do I inhale the melodies of the past

Till my senses faint

Are they controlling the living heart of mine

By acting soft and sounding tender

My mind

My vital sensor

Your thoughts have been mysterious

As long as I could remember

They wake me up

Every time I need to forget

Telling me

Don’t break the chain

Don’t live in vain

Wisdom isn’t burdened by age

Righteousness has no gender

Though you’re no woman of the past

There’s no shame in coming last

Letters need a destiny

To fulfill their messages

They wouldn’t be complete

With just a sender

There would come a time to confess

No one needs to speak the language of the others

To be accepted by the rest

Time might delay the truth

But ultimately

There's no way

Truth could be hindered

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Ward