The view of true

Recall

Differs

Drastically..

When closed eyes view

The memory..

You saw black…I saw blue

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Written in Stone…

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If I rest my cheek

On stones of olde

Might whispers dwell

Within your cold?

Do Spirits of

This Dead Domaine

Linger still

Round your remains?

What wisdoms wait

To yet be heard

From stones that stand

In place of words?

You left no key

To pry this lock

For secrets written

In Ancient Rock….

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To What End?

Gentle hearts strain against the yoke so tightly knit by the hands of cruel masters…

Yearning for answers to dispel depraved minds seeking only to defame and destroy

The Innocent

The Helpless

The Unerring  Victims trapped in a world of convoluted thinking…

A world lost…

To what end….

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Our Waltz…

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Might we

palm to palm

fingertip touch

and sway in equal measure..

Might we try to move in step

and learn to dance together..

Might we try

to slip through time

when changing rhythm

keeping rhyme..

When you’re the wind

I’ll willow bend

With love our waltz

Will have no end…

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