Whispers of the Soul

“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.” ― Edgar Allan Poe

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Her whispers made their way into my heart
with spiritual magnetism she led me into the wild.
Smiling ever so softly,
glowing in the setting sun
I couldn’t quite see her face
but I felt her magic all around.
Like an angel she danced through the trees
but there was no music playing
I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming.
There was nobody else to alert me,
there was only the sun, the trees and
the silhouette of a soaring beauty.
She appeared so free, almost touching the sky
as if invisible wings were lifting her up
yet, gracefully rooted in the wisdom of earth.

I began to weep, for my feet felt so heavy,
distant, as if watching from the outside
but somehow I knew her, a familiar sight.
Mesmerized, I too wished to smile.
She was luring me into the depths of my walk,
suddenly I felt her touch, her warmth,
my heart almost burst into flames.
I couldn’t see her anymore, she became the misty air
falling in my hair as I began to dance.
I found my long lost soul
gliding freely in the wilderness.

By Sharka Waite

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