Seems like it isn't a bad come-back
Ways too unclear, to follow
Into the gardens of heaven
Leaving hell behind we go
Trying to find our way through smoke and dust
Into divine fires we step in, we must
Approaching a place which is always warm and cold
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
Saints and Sinners, all present
Warriors and Cowards, no difference
All the dimensions, malleable now
Specific, NOTHING, anymore
No difference in living or dying
We have discovered a place to flee
The carnival of pain, fear and cruelty
Murderous rage too distant.. to us
Roads are filled with people of all kind
And gloom disappointment a long lost cause to fear
But like love is always coupled, with distrust and scorn
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2012-10-09 at 09:31
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We Have Arrived Where The Flowers Meet The Thorns
Lost in a world of light, shiningWays too unclear, to follow
Into the gardens of heaven
Leaving hell behind we go
Trying to find our way through smoke and dust
Into divine fires we step in, we must
Approaching a place which is always warm and cold
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
Saints and Sinners, all present
Warriors and Cowards, no difference
All the dimensions, malleable now
Specific, NOTHING, anymore
No difference in living or dying
We have discovered a place to flee
The carnival of pain, fear and cruelty
Murderous rage too distant.. to us
Roads are filled with people of all kind
And gloom disappointment a long lost cause to fear
But like love is always coupled, with distrust and scorn
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
We have arrived where the flowers meet the thorns
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 784 times
Written on 2012-10-09 at 09:31
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