I was told, in Words of Silence,

Through Visions and Thoughts,

About this divine Beauty

Which none have ever seen

 

But in my darkest Hour there was

A shimmering bright Light

Shining down on me

 

At first my Sight was blinded

And a soft but mighty Voice spoke to me

The Words of a beautiful Language

Never heard before

 

The Light got dimmer,

And I caught a Glimpse of a Face;

A Face that no Words can describe

The Image is still fresh in my Mind

 

Still waiting for the Day to come

When I yet again will see her –

 

Yanah

 

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