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Forgetfulness

Forgetfulness

No need
To prove
I am right.

No desire
To prove that
Others are wrong.

Forgiveness.

Blossoming into
Sublime forgetfulness.

Your heart is the
Power behind the voice
Singing the song of your soul.

Explode into the radiant beauty
Of the final judgment.
When no more do we choose to
Judge ourselves and others.

This is the moment when
We transform each other
Into the words that
Only love can speak.



Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.
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