mandag 28. juli 2014

Every one must find their own way... There's a heaven to be won beyond virtue and sin...



Pain stalks 
the racing heart
when gagged and grief-struck
love whispers...


Drop by drop the oblivious rain
dries on the terrace.
Who demands,
Who commands
us not to give voice to
life ?


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