See a pallet of beautiful
Colours shining bright...
Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory...
The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...
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reflective sclera expose stories...
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in serene silence...
I used to find solace
deep within your words...
I hear a story of a little girl, starving and in...
I hear a story of a race where there is no...
Take me away
to where the sands...
A wild solitude opens the door
and sits on my sofa, inviting...
A rose grows before
an Aztec calendar...
Laugh now, cry later
and smile always...
I Believe in God above
and Angels at His feet...