You cannot hide from grace already perceived, as you cannot hide a tree growing, valiantly stretching for the stars I see the angels as they sparkle in your eyes These rivers of blood- fields scorched to ash Lament of lifes a love-song We all share our sorrows in light suspended… smiling at the ever dying sun. Theres no masquerade in your silence, just pages filled of winter... So the seeds of the amaranth are hiding... Lets drench the hours! These wastelands of dusk- oceans bled and barren... Lament of lifes a love-song The only death awaken is the fear of transcendence, keeps us from the rapture of One
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 08:06:14 +0000
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