Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2017

Empty Souls~by Hela Tekali



Empty Souls

Empty Souls
Empty souls crave for love
Like dried flowers void of ecstasy
In the silence of nature
Plumes write their melancholy
They fall from flying birds
And come to rest on Earth
They imbue empty souls with emotion
In the presence of the Beloved
The heart is awakened
The ink is no longer asleep
It is risen by whisper of the divine
Silence turns into a new song
And the whisper into a music of love
Strange is how the ink plays its note.



  1. Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.

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