Like a desert rose
Are you the value. The shape
of a lionsheart
What fits love temples.

of understanding blooms
forever in time.
Gravity pulls to all.
That peek,

as principels,
of a deep forest. Were
Yeha Noha, Ameno Era.
Hearing a sweet lollaby,

of lonelyness. And Manitoy
beyond invisibily.
With the peace of an eye
What lies within,

rivers of sadness.
A gathering of being,
a first innocence.
The blue return,

in Mea Culpa, opens
the voice of an Enigma.
A wave on rythem and rhyme.
Their guiding light.

(c)MickeyF   - 09 Aug 2018


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