Wednesday, October 16, 2024

INTUITION

  


The nudge in my gut

It is not my fear, it is my reality 

The still voice within me

The sweet melody that translate to irresistible music 

A song to save me from falling apart

From the deepest dark


Comes the seeing and knowing,

Surging into the heart

At first a flutter, then a drop

You are woven between my cells

The language in my spirit and the tug on my heart 

My intuition, you are my ancient compass

That give a still stand to my meaningful embryo 


© ONEIRIC

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