I am a child of the screaming world that has silenced me, deprived me of arguments
‒ and yet my heart has not unlearned to speak.
I am a rebel of silence,
which carries more eloquence.
I am a pilgrim on tangled roads
where the dim-witted get lost.
I am a prophet of fire.
My life is a dance of dervish, even if it burns like a straw.
Love is a like a thought floating into infinity
and there is so little time in my life.
Come in, my treasure is within.
I am. © Ladanseuse
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