to tell.
It is hard to
When he watches sports but
also has a subscription to
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to tell.
It is hard to
When he watches sports but
also has a subscription to
Glamour
Glamour
who can resist
whatever the era from
ancient to modern it cast its
fairy spell
fairy
spell of thousands
of childhood dreams
hanging in suspended net of
balance
Balance
big need for a
relation, ego and
doubt forever tilting it on
both ends
Waking
something turning
like azaleas in March
delicate among the lions
dark dreams
Dark dreams
lure innocent
souls promising joy, blind
from nothingness they sustain the quest
alone
alone
in the sunlight
holding your dreams
from framing encroaching shadows
in love
in love
there is no shame
inhibitions are gone
windows opened by the senses
listen
Listen
flowers whisper
we don't last for long, but are
loved for which we are, for as long as
we are
we are
is what I'm told
we were, too, but now are
and someday we will be again
till then
Till then
when hope rains with
vigor and flowers bloom
in the withered garden of glory
I strive
I strive
to make sense yet
I fight to understand
a wealth of uncertainties fill
my fill
my fill
who can fulfill?
I am ever thirsty
Like a cloud floating in the sky
rainless
rainless
Arizona
vales construed facts of life
with absence of contents caught up
in cups
In cups
we poured our souls
bodies quivered as the
horned man drank, we got all the riches
but joy