3 December 2012
Feel that racing heart of yours, Beat steady like a humming bird, Your wings of blood, unfurling, And your secrets, whispered in a word.
Your darkest lust, your hollow soul, The scars of sorrow, cold, Will grow into the power, whole, Until your past grows old.
The frantic rhythm of your mind, Will take a gentle twist, Where no more lies can take the guilt, For what is now a gist.
The healing will commence, And, thus, your past, be so reversed, For karma gives a second chance, To those who've got it worst.
Healing • Opuss № I