The Voice*
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where from it comes
i know not
sometimes it's as
close as a whisper
at times i hear it
reaching me
piercing through the
innumerable dark layers
that wrap firmly around me
surprisingly, there are times
when i hear it as if
a formless being talks it over
sitting right in front of me
of late i realise
it comes mostly from
within me...
*in response to Onelia Avelar's
comment on 'dialogue with self: iii'
11dec2009
13.44hrs
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