In the stillness of your shadow is the mystery on your face.
It’s rare to find such complementing soul with the deepest trench of convictions.
Tried to walk with your hands and rediscover the pages of this world.
Attempted to see through the windows of your soul.
Dared to see life differently and dance with what you called liberty.
Secretly this soul hoped that your spirit will capture the faith flowing through my veins.
And feel the love threading through my blood and pass it to your heart.
Beseech the heavens that your heart beats the same as mine….
But maybe not today, not this time.
I won’t relinquish this prayer from my sleep.
I believe that someday, perhaps not in our lifetime, but in His time…
You will be free, free indeed.
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