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There will come a day; When beauty shall look you in the eye Innocent, Shivering with an unknown fear Helpless, handicapped Searching for a cave in your voice to hide itself Shield itself; Gasping for a blanket of warmth in your back pocket Funny enough...
Eve Is Here
This is silent music The softer side of him The invader of his attained privacy She balances the equation This is the ready made Not from dust but from him This is a gift far from priceless And when she enters the room even time freezes Her beauty waves...
The Unconscious King
So he wakes up; In the awe of it all Oblivious of nothing but the present With a thousand and one question choking for answers He has none; How funny can it be? When a second ago you were absence And all of a sudden you became child of dust in the other...
In The Beginning
There he lays Like a slumbering whisper Fully empty This is Man Life at it’s debut This is earth Soil; Genesis of all things fertile and beautiful The very likeness of all divine This is when GOD smiles This is art The art of lying in state When dust...
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