Silence
The mountainside with the trees,
along with the lake facing east,
no breeze or wind passing me,
forgetting troubles so easily.
The sword that descends magically,
descending as if it's from royalty,
it's somewhere somehow connected to life,
it's aura giving away it's important thrive.
The lake moves without a wrinkle,
the trees move without a hiss,
suddenly in my mind it goes quiet,
no movement only bliss.
This seems like ages ago,
the peace and bliss inside,
these days however,
it's a chaotic and messy sight.
To find my bliss again,
the one that dwells in silence,
that day i await patiently,
for now my head is in violence.
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| Auteur: Pure Love |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 08 augustus 2007 | ||
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