Can you feel it...?
When silence fills my ears,
And stress leaves my soul-I
Have made it-made it here.
Where is here-
Right here. Where sound
And Silence are one.
Far beyond-where all
Is done.
Mother and I are one...
We talk as if this
Was the very first, and the
Very last.
She is a choice to make,
Life to live,
And love to
give.
We are one.
Mother
and
I...
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