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She Screams.
Tortured
by some demons
Sure
we had to learn from them,
Or
we could not be saved.
Free
to love in light,
Purest
form with earthly grace.
Though
I know inside
Is
love, a soft desire,
Passionate
fire, quiet water,
Soulful
petals craving open,
Pain
undone in gentle rhythm.
There
seems no other way,
Free
of doubts to hunt,
A
source beyond the night.
Stealing
reason, taking freedom
Into
realms of self denial.
Trembling
spirit calls beneath,
All
vital energy to grieve,
Knowing
only harmony torn.
Besides
the lover, tender here,
A
wiser world to lift thee.
Trouble
caused in innocence,
Rambling,
rolling filling cycles,
'Neath
a pale moon rising,
Onto
desert plain in rain
That
never, ever comes.
Take
reward young poet
Knowing,
heaven feels your pain.
Like
drifting brambles, brought
By
storm into the cradle,
Of
whence our true love came.
For Payal.
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