©Akasha(The singing away of my tears)
Element of air,
clouds of emotion,
weigh me down,
this depression,
grey and hanging around.
It builds so,
filling me up,
ever running overflowing,
the brim of my,
condensational cup.
I speak with with wind,
Akasha vibrating from soul,
singing I begin bending,
as the sphere rolls,
my spirit transcending.
She sets loose the storm,
letting my tears fall like rain,
her prescence, a musical form
from my voice allowing my
wings to fly me once again.
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