To Shine, to Be
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Silence all these hidden years
While my pen waited in a broken hand
Biting my proverbial tongue
Before whispering the first word
For fear of disturbing the silent truth
Rejoicing, this voice begs to seek
Permission to share, to colour your dreams
With insights of mountain jungle desert stream
Into your heart I request admittance
To shine, to be


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