LULLABY
Completely individual
but the same old thing.
Words are birds
that fly away
and disappear.
In the clear
but nothing here.
Your truth
is the only truth.
Don’t listen to me
but to your inner being,
song of the self,
music of the soul.
.
It’s there
and waiting
for you.
April 21, 2013
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