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A Forgone Conclusion?

Poetry By: devilrod

The new arrival of the winged people.

Submitted:Feb 6, 2008    Reads: 110    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

And if it is other than god's will

Then let me burn in the ernest fire, still awhile

What more than mere love, to inspire

The most holy of teachers

Casting rays of morning upon us

Turning our heads, in a dream of present moment awareness

With giddy release

So bold, to stain that pure-white dress


That ever-present moral fiber

It peels away layers

It heals with loaded prayers

To die in an instant

And never to know

Or know forever

And never to be born

I think

That I can recall love

In it's glory and gall

A fire burning somewhere

Teasing, like the faintest breeze

Surprising us always

Where did you come from

Where have you been


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