...the truth is that...
Do I or in me,
A selfish beast born?
butchering the bond-
Beauty of unitedness-the closeness…
Touch of your tender finger,
Did never in me the divinity awaken?
Looked back to hold over you.
Hidden!
Far and far,
Farther than the stars;
Searched you,
I in each star.
Shattered before the eyes,
Mercilessly-
Castles of woven dreams,
Storms of unseen devil;
Dwelling daringly ever,
Happily…
Away blown;
Like the wind.
And I-
Closing my eyes,
Moved ahead…
Just to live; Just waiting.
God hasn’t seen you doing,
Sin-
Sinner nor am I.
Truth-Not yet borne,
Why you had to be the first to be borne-
To drink the nectar of;
Unmotherly birth?
lovita j r morang
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