Sunday, December 14, 2014

The Joyful Onion Peeler

The joyful onion peeler, and dark love of infinite gaze. Memories of tomorrow, history is conquered, lost in its hollowness, defenceless at the dawn. Joy and sorrow merge as peace, turning to the day, and the sky, and the past has returned, to find its story confronted by an elongated present time, life and death sing the one song, mind has given way to feeling, and truth, awaits its rightful time.
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