Sep 242014
 

O my love, will you open?
I am so…
Many seek me. They come with
Gifts. Each gift, I revile. Nothing
Tastes worse than sweetness
Where water is life.
When once the river flowed
Twice the rain poured.
I split the sky
And asunder I rain.
Once chose to wield
And force is my love.
Twice is peace.

 Posted by at 10:56 pm
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