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wrote this at headquarters on the sofa while i was feeling rather broken and after i have already broken down twice in a day....but no. its not angsties!


folly

In the misty overtures of the young at heart
sometimes, calves and mothers graze and play
Unjudged, unfettered, they drink from lakes
lakes filled with hope for the morrow.

AS pretty words and pretty said.
Curtains of reality fall
unto the fields of evergreen lush and folly
Euthanasia in its newfound glory, the valley cries to sleep


Faith. in all its dressed up tenderness
takes hold in the younger hearts of those born from sin.
and that sometimes, the faithful have their hands tied to the stake
in the cross, ashes point to the deathbed of their home


Like rejuvenating ginger applied unto a cold
the valley wishes for its balm
lashing out for its cure
whom shall it look for next?



In the valley of the evergreen. Calves and mothers graze and play.


will post more later

clarence

ps : why no one leave comment or tag one =((( OEI!