I hear through the breeze
Your heart’s sighs
Though your voice
Remains mute.
Hope’s rising,
Behind the lines
But why, what binds to block
The path of dreams you desire.
What if, it is your eyes
The passage to reach
The gates of paradise
Home of eternal delight.
Listen, as the heart sings
Tunes of newborn hymns
To fill the empty spaces,
Echoes of beats within.
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