Warship Chains falling off to the sound of trumpets singing triumph and ambulance sirens blaring freedom in my head. The lovers stand to fight to the sound of a sword on a heart engraving the one word that bears both obituary and birth certificate. I see falling in love to the sound of the hammerstroke and I hear the resonating voice in my chest crying, Abba. The book of life is a beating heart and our names are written on it...i hear it pounding in my ears like war drums as heritage courses through my veins. I hear it as lucid speech calling my name and a mighty roar who beckons come home.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 18:44:17 +0000
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