Love full
Gold sand Is flying Into the light A lamp is burnt By wings Of mind flyers The sound of wine Catches fire in veins Sparkles with body crystals And while the lid of silence Is ajar Fugitives of passion Throng In the eve of chains Windows In the mad kaleidoscope Of celestial patterns You’ll come To a standstill And the last night’s crows Will carry you away Into the dark Of such Blackness That even fear Crouches helplessly To the bark Becomes an incarnation of The cutting-off-flesh Dust Love full of peace… *** Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 06:34 AM PST 0 • 12
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