Not a grain of lust, or a dawn of dust,
Will dirty the true matching of pure eyes.
Not a soldiers army, not a thousand lies,
Will stand between the matching of pure eyes.
And none have to power to destroy,
The love that the eyes speak, and enjoy.
The way they talk through the silence,
The way of pure, true love, and guidance.
Like the dance of souls,
Like a dawn of gold,
Like a waking in the blue of skies,
Like a true, new world.
And such is the struggle of truth,
When the world tries to kill,
What exists, for you, by right:
True love, true will.
Two will,
Find.
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Through the veil ( Poetry )
ПоэзияA volume of poems under work, a story told chaotic and backwards about the birth, death, life and intrigues of "a" or "the" God, and one small mortal who takes the trip to discover all in-between them.
