Hithero i had no belief,
i thought i was a 'free soul'
free from the monster's shackle,
set lose out of the folwer's snare,
but free souls are free,
no worries stored in any crib,
no pain of sorrow embottled in motion.
Hithero i doth think there's no higher power,
we were 'born abandoned',
like birds born out of the nest,
with harsh smeltened incense,
lost way beyond crisp,
tearful wails devoid of ballads.
But now i see clearly,
placid and pacific,
jingles and sothing heat,
with the sun rolling from the embrace of cloud,
surfing rythms as the rain graces the floor,
in loud voice i scream 'belief'
whatever colour it may,
higher power doth exist

nice one, keep it up. a perfect tincture of passion and desire

socreations: nice one, keep it up. a perfect tincture of passion and desire

tnx