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My blood babbles with the warble of a waterfall.
It is a strange call, this persistent call,
To rise and fall,to rise again for another imminent fall.
Inner voices, the call of the Heart and the Soul,that’s all.
The soul voices come from the stars,
The earthy heart noises walk up the stairs.
In the blue and purple evanescence ,
my blood warbles in Innocence.
The heart must decay, one day,
And the soul will find its way,
back to the Cosmos, travelling far away,
into the perpetuity, into eternity.
Can it ever stop on its ride to the drop?
It gushes naturally,to its fall ,
as Love must, to answer its wavering call.
and the soul will have its way ,