Beneath The Clouds
Future be of the past
The here of the now
For in such one should be proud
Another painting of the clouds
In mystery it shrouds
What is beneath them?
What is it hiding?
With absolute understanding is in this world I am demanding.
To walk with no shoes
As pain is bared
Make a promise yes I swear.
Knowing not if the end is near.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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