Her eyes reflect upon all wonders of the world
and her hands in winter days chilled, are warm, not cold
Her lips evolve simple words into sonnets
and sing their tune aloud for the gods to listen, and marvel
Wonder what the world exists in
a void of shadow, light or darkness
Engulfed in thoughts of souls that make it all existing
Running through the lands we raised
Running through the everglades
Plains of meadows black with blood
Spilled in tyirranic dreams we sleep on, but
I wonder how, angels with their enlightened hearts
Soar up high, yet care not
For the flowers, trees and breezes
All the beauty Mother Nature's risen
Beyond our reach the heavens lie
Prayers, sayings, preachers, lies
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