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who else
who else to hold your heart together
or delve into your dreams
i think this life is just imagined
scars along the seams
who else will choose your hearts news i know it is no one
except yourself so hold your head, storms abundance, wait the sun
longing for companion, i think this is in common though
who else to read along and desire change but you
this voice i conjor to read myself and wander
vast my changing mind will clamor and all i want is every bit of me to remember, this pain in memory i knew before holding, that i would push myself to unfolding, i cannot take more of the self judgment, enlightened as pain could get me, i look to the comfort for new eyes. death described in so many writings and
disquise, i know as well as any this dance before washing tides.
who else will feel the ocean, rain and sunny days, for this is a gift to clean you of the pain
or delve into your dreams
i think this life is just imagined
scars along the seams
who else will choose your hearts news i know it is no one
except yourself so hold your head, storms abundance, wait the sun
longing for companion, i think this is in common though
who else to read along and desire change but you
this voice i conjor to read myself and wander
vast my changing mind will clamor and all i want is every bit of me to remember, this pain in memory i knew before holding, that i would push myself to unfolding, i cannot take more of the self judgment, enlightened as pain could get me, i look to the comfort for new eyes. death described in so many writings and
disquise, i know as well as any this dance before washing tides.
who else will feel the ocean, rain and sunny days, for this is a gift to clean you of the pain
Published 16th Jul 2010
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16th Jul 2010 5:01pm
All those interlaced rhymes dotted about are great...and those big long lines that run on are like blankets being rolled out, new images falling out from folds. This line: 'i know as well as any this dance before washing tides.' is beautiful.
