Saturday, 09 June 2007

  • AGONY IN THE GARDEN


     

    To rest in such noise,

    but every thing has its price - angony in the heart.

    Lost am I in the spaces between.

    Playing hide'n seek - agony in the head.

    Come to me from beyond desire,

    endless is the wind, but my weather vane points to the sky.

    Free me from endless spaces,

    but I know the cosmos is bright!


     

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