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Our Dark Beginning
Moon beams dance
bounding off the non-reflective
surface of month wings
A truth not spoken
in words that could
not be understood
It was time to feel
something that some
could swear was never there
A sing raindrop
was the beginning and
some say will be the end
Down the hills lost
time rolls when a call
was made
Who could cry the answer
to a riddle painted in
pretty words
Some worship the darkness
for the sun only weeps
and comfort is found in dark places
A womb enclosed
where mothers frenzy
upon the flesh.
7:36 PM - 2/18/2007 -
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