What have i been missing? Humor, light and another's love? And the love of self in selfless love. Why do i perpetually weave seeds of poison vine Through the skin of my crimson heart To fill with death the empty chambers of fear? Why do i paint in bright colors and bead the shell of a spoiled fruit that is black and the toxins permeate all that it touches? Pity and fear. They prevent the apple or the pear From being what is truly sacred: An alter to the beauty of the world And an open window to the souls of light.
U'r very open and frank ...in what u want to express.
Everything around us will be the same if we don't want it to change ...but if we want to make a change there is no one other than ourselves who could do that ...
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U'r very open and frank ...in what u want to express.
Everything around us will be the same if we don't want it to change ...but if we want to make a change there is no one other than ourselves who could do that ...
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