Being
forced not to deny pure nature
nor conform with expected design
we grow freely toward the centre
of ideas that were once entwined
we shake fears, we make tears and we live
no false comfort from evil's repeat
as the toll of existence eases
nor longer is there need to retreat
the tannin river returns to crystal
and air alights with a fireworks glee
no soldier is there to refuse
this voice that longs to be free
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2009-11-24 at 12:30
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