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Inspired by Welsh

I heard it spoken
 And stopped to listen,
 I heard it sung
 And was breath taken,

 Soothed and lifted away
 To some remote place
 At the back of my mind
 Where things make sense.

 Words I didn't know
 Drifted through me,
 And melted me to a shadow.
 My senses soared like a bird
 Set completely free.

 A gate in my mind had opened,
 And one night, in a peaceful dream,
 I heard the song again,
 And understood every word.

 

By Serena van Sickle

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