by Sluvious
Heavenly Love
A withered soul
battered horrendously
black and blue
swirls bloody sea
waves of distinction
splash upon thy brow
refreshing bliss
though painful now
o'er yonder, rainbows glisten
ye pot of gold so far away
whilst gentle strokes promise survival
thoughts of love shant ever stray
yet distance humbles raging hearts
and calm waters chill said tide
life is Barnum's merry-go-round
which few never learn to ride
atop a wooden horse, one sits high
frantically reaching for the sky.....
***Independence may set you free, but you'll always be a slave to reality
Submission date : 2009-08-02
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