Far away from those fools who would obstruct us in our paths.
Through deconstructing cupids emblem
I have learnt to hold still the oil upon the spoon
In remembrance of mortality we must seek to enjoy our life’s before our knees grow too weak even to bend.
All it is I require is the love of a friend. Beneath the blood red moon.
Take in the tapestries of golden thread soaked in Apollo’s seed,
Take in the pleasure you treasure within the palace of the dead.
For know that through change we learn of the creation of death.
We learn that through every breathe we may sail upon wings of symmetrical construction
Far away from those fools who would obstruct us in our paths.
Lets take the time in consideration - Lets take the time to laugh
And know that though I may have been broken in the past
I have begun to piece back together the peace of the song un - sung.
Win me Love. A Love is won, albeit unrequiented.
Tell me is it so?
Blue skies over Amsterdam reveal a kingdom far from clean
poem by David Lacey
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