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By wordley (R.H.) Submitted by wordley Date: 2002 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.20.17.30.7229]] |
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Memories, such sweet drops of time, the condensation of my mind That forms on mirrored facets gleaming, away from this sad consciousness streaming into history's hands, Tears, the perfect pearls of pain, that flow as globes of perfect rain Down from windows of deepest blue, into the soul they give a veiw where deceit stands, Lies, the knives of sly deception, alas from these there is no redemption Glitter now in the glare of truth, where before hidden by dishonesty's roof Slice into strands, Love,the purest victim be, lies murdered by this infamy Upon the altar of a loving heart,sacrificed to the hated part Its essence brands, Memories, such sweet drops of time, the condensation of my mind........ |