Filling out the dreams with pieces of reality
To stand in front of the mirrored mentality
A bucket in hand and a placard held high
Drop a coin of love, fool me with your lie
The fear of change clutches at the throat
Wade the fire river, in a bottomless boat
Fireflies are memories only of the light
The blind cannot be shown this delight
The lord touches the leper and behold
Initselfness dies; so the legend is told
Repeat molecules line up on void's shelf
The nature of the beast is to kill the self
A drop of water on an arid soil, filled with grace
A green birth has its own time has its own place
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2 comments:
what will your next book be called?
love it!!!!!!
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