A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.


From the invisible,
The silence,
From nothing,
The thought,
The word,
Gave birth
To this world.
From no place,
Not even darkness
It sprung,
Not even before.
Then came
A beginning,
For time,
For space.
We are creators,
From the invisible,
From nothing,
Not even before,
We came
To one place,
Each thought,
Each word,
A new beginning,
Slowly growing,
Our dreams
Of each other,
By a knot
Of love.
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