False accusations of reality

by veronica   Jan 29, 2008


Look for me at the ends of the world,
where the air is fresh and full of amazement,
where there is no love short of happiness,
and we live to love and love to live.

Look for me where the sun meets the earth,
the waves will wash away the sorrows
and carry them far off to sea.
Forgiveness will crash onto the shore,
pack it up and drive away.

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