The sun through the trees. I am loving more and more today, but
this heart dies. Why do I love the broken cup of this world?
O life bringer, show me chains. Lead me to the prison of freedom,
of peace. Your iron bars feel so soft and comforting, like outstretched arms.
The sun is your loving smile.
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This is a black heart canvas upon the clouds. It beats tumultuously,
so much so that I cannot look away.
Gold, silver, black auras of this dream. I hear the voice telling me
to feel the night.
The ocean of life is still for now. But not so still to put me at ease.
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I am the tree. I grow at the sight of you.
Tonight shall no longer be as lonely as this forest of enchantment. Now that you
have kissed me. Shake my leaves.
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