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The dark horse
The road is narrow...
Heirloom
Spilled on the floor...
The black sparrow
In the garden of sinful desire...
Forgot
Your fragrance slowly...
Crazy Lover
My love your mind...
Finding each other in a second
Playing in the night...
They seek each other through the night
Looking for a touch misfits of the night...
Sand falling through a hour glass
Rippling...
Torn apart of what to do
Neither go or stay...
To night the sparrow fly's
Seeking the wrong and right...
Freedom is not choice Choice is not freedom, if freedom is not original, freedom and choice are the same |
A drop of honey.. the gathering of sparrows..pomegranate plummeting on to a stone an army dropping sharply..the seed pot a new awakening |
Cherry blossoms flow over the current,deep in the pond the pebbles are covered,blurred by water both are real and withdraw from reality but not from image |