naked fields one more
beckoning to the furtive
beyond, cliffs, hollows
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naked fields one more
beckoning to the furtive
beyond, cliffs, hollows
beyond, cliffs, hollows,
places where bodies shall fall,
but spirits will soar.
But spirits will soar
unrestrained and always free
never to be chained
Never to be chained,
breaking from cold hard shackles,
I escape again.
I escape again
from sorrows of the world
for eternal joy
for eternal joy
a pebble languishes, skin
of moss its comfort
nice. so lovely. difficult line to follow though.
of moss, its comfort
dependent on the waters
weaved throughout the world.
karma is waiting
for you to do god or bad
it will repay you
whoops, didn't even notice. good to see you here!
weaved throughout the world
light blossoms against a wall
and folds into dusk
nice haiku...check out my song in personal poetry. it's called "its the end".Quote:
Originally Posted by Il Penseroso
And folds into dusk
the last light, longing for her sight
I wait into the night
I wait into night
for my swallow to return
love's promise reneged
love's promise reneged
by grasping twilight candy
what fools that we are!
What fools that we are!
arguing the existence of god
for all the beauty in world
for all the beauty
in world drawn in fantasy
clothed in metaphor