Chapter: In the ear of the soul

<i> Made when I was sitting in the forest and more or less dozing. </i> <br />
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<b> In the ear of the soul </b> <br />
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I sit down in the green realm of voices, <br />
One would like to think that everything is mute. <br />
But let your soul swim along the stream, <br />
You can hear a thousand words around you. <br />
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I hear the birds in their happiness <br />
Reports of the sound of the world and the forest. <br />
Hear stories far and wide <br />
And feel how every word echoes in my mind. <br />
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It brings joy to listen to the water. <br />
Down from the mountain from a distant place, <br />
I am now lying in the soft rustling myself. <br />
Every source drop is a word. <br />
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I am also a listener to the light, <br />
When his hand gently touches my soul. <br />
Even at night it doesn't go silent, <br />
while tracking down new stories. <br />
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Every leaf that greets the earth from the top of the tree, <br />From the breath of the air to the same finds <br />
And sprouting from experiences, <br />
Is there something that connects all storytellers? <br />
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All whisper to my soul what my heart wants to hear. <br />
Birds, leaves, water and light <br />
Are never silent in my presence. <br />
Because they all only report about you. <br />
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<i> <b> Ciao! ^ - ^ <br />
Aminia </i> </b>