My Transcript My Life was crafted by the same mystic edict!... Unbearable lightness and shadows of awe made me an addict... Burning the letters of My Name, it was the divine verdict, So, lucid volts of eccentricity could not contradict!... Lost in dissociation, I needed My Life to decrypt, Writing a blue pamphlet, it sounded like a prescript, I resurfaced my apocrypha as the only way to exit... And another lifetime was added for me to rescript!... My smile was measured against the sunrise like a transcript And silence fell in raindrops, smelling like an eucalypt, Chanting in the shades of a star, it felt like a delict, A transparent sense of worth made me feel equipped! Mature circumstances demanded to write my manuscript, Practicing arpeggios, it was my only way how to depict, With white spaces and forgotten dreams, it was my script... Your Name sounded like My Name!... That is my Postscript! (Anca Mihaela - 15th March 2014) Copyright (c) 2014 by Anca Mihaela, All Rights Reserved (for the poem)except the right to forward and to share with friends - with credit - which is held to be a good idea and is thus encouraged. Music: Enya- Boadicea https://soundcloud/ankh-micah-ilah/my-manuscript-written-and-recited-by-anca-mihaela-bruma
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 15:53:45 +0000
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