Whispers are the enemy.
Of a soul deceptive impersonation
Call it a mockery
But let it fly to the senses of devotion.
Unformed alliances.
Sketched territories.
Framed predispositions.
All imply all of nothing.
Feel your heart beat to the rhythm of your spirits
Let your soul fly to the wind of the east
Beauty is sold and emotions are lost
Captivate the fall and reflect on the call
Buried deep within is the feel
Of ecstasy linking my senses
To the everlasting freedom
Calling my name as I fly through the wind
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Image: Untitled, Silver Gelatin 2008
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