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Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Trade of scars

aware
darkness
all around

light swipes
back forth
passing
penetrative
affectionately
expose her space
simmering soft comfort
where dreams are alive
her world sleeps by
womb of creation
unanswered to
questionings
wavering
in silver
glitters
catch
multitudes
in lights of life
snowing rainbows
timeless dimensions
waves of sounds push
breathe of sea rushes in
space shift out a new horizon
boundaries dissolve by splashes
recalling motions of night dreams

chased into destination unknown
by the man who's covered by scars
trader of mobility and substance
speaks hidden terrors of pain
unaware of why she runs
perhaps in all seen marks
spring distance between

love and hatred within
how do you see love
witnessing the scars
demolishing anger
vanishing hopes
turning around
remembering

she's came
for a reason
handing it out
Scar in her palm
in face of herself
she received a key
in elements of truth
the trading is now done
the sufferer is within herself

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