Sounds in the hour GlassA Poem by Ayanda MtetoLooking through eyes shut Thoughts envision dreams Soul twilight into paradise Playing songs Soulfully elating mysteries Vivid geometrics Candled pineal gland awakened A spirit dead Angels come from the sky With knowledge above Adam is formed from the dust below Reflecting like mirror his image Burning afire Wisdom
That nurtures seeds Growing tree of life Encoded codex Why God became man? Died on the cross for debt to be paid What was owed? Sacrifice atoned Oracles dance the swift steps of
time Spiral sounds Vibrating thoughts to consciousness Echoing secrets moving all to
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2 Reviews Added on October 8, 2012 Last Updated on October 9, 2012 AuthorAyanda MtetoDurban, I am a free spirit, i dont belong to a system., South AfricaAboutI love to write alot, mostly poems. I have a passion for drawing, I love mystries, that enigmatic scent with contradictions, I am a simple guy encapsulated with all the complication left most trouble.. more.. |

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