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Deception
lies
do have wings
which fly them home
as soon as they are released
these dark birds of deception
shall nest in the Tree of Truth
no more
no more
shall it circle above dead dreams
these futile dreams turned to dust
a tender plant is sprouting a new song
turning its back on the arrogant sea
with its screaming seagulls
and its lashings of lust
the Tree opens its arms
to the saddened Sky
and its soft palms
are turned up
the cooing Dove
is returning
the cooing Dove
of Innocence
of Pure Love
myra
10.06.2002
Great. I wish I can write like this. I really liked. I will read the rest :).
In the purity of love there is no betrayal
There however exist somtimes doubt which
left unquestion and unanswered drives a
wedge into the deepest of unions that splits
at times even mountains. I believe however
that Faith moves mountains and that from
those canyons of doubts flow brilliant green
rivers.