I feel the sacred togetherness
but I see estrangement
and everything looks still.
In a world of illusion
you have to believe what you feel
and I feel us.
Flow my child flow a voice echoing
I flew and time went by
and deeper into the oblivion I went.
Believe my child, believe, a voice whispered
still waters run deep.
© Diana Mistera 01.06.2022
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