smiles,
and the breathing
of the soul, the passion
pounding still, as if heartbeats were
hammers
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smiles,
and the breathing
of the soul, the passion
pounding still, as if heartbeats were
hammers
hammers
collecting them
for danger and warning
justice, freedom, but mostly love
this land
this landQuote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
is no common
land but a land unique
where all is love and love is all
indeed
Leaving in south asia does the trick i guess :pQuote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
indeed
i was in here
before, when this banyan
was still growing, and looked more like
bonsi
...
bonsi
are elegant
to look at and carry
kiss them whenever you want to
with love
with love
is how you sleep
is how you sleep so still
but now child you are crying
please sleep
please sleep,
child, without fear,
and if you wake, you'll see
that I am here and wishing you
sweet dreams
sweet dreams
child, sweet dreams
innocence won't last long
have sweet dreams now, because you'll wake
so soon
so soon
must you leave me
to wander wearily
through a desolate landscape of
love lost?
love lost?
what makes you think
I will leave you and live
without the life i owe you and
your love
love lost?Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
you bet it is
taken by wheelbarrow
dumped in a river full of sludge
stinking
stinking
rotten lilies
of bad memories come
only to create depressive
climate
climate:
discouragement
pressed down and shoved aside
cloudy grey skies, rain, and no end
in sight
in sight,
perhaps not now -
love walks with silent steps,
waits like a wildflower for you
to see
to see
love, live in love,
like a warrior, tender
and precise, wild with abandon,
watching