-and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?
And even if staring at the stars in the sky at night brought to mind,
Some illuminating, some profound light
To happen upon a wish of shooting, the instant and divine
Of most miracles blooming
There always comes the break of day, and with it in tragedy's way
A walk by the lettuce trees to give chance a say.
Places are living memories, even so as, to keep the dead at bay
A thought: "we're aligned in these coffins cold and gray"
"The air, it does not breathe nor give breath"
"Is this not but a living death?"
I saw the flicker in the eyes of those who know about Eternity's Sunrise.
No earthly sentiment can be given a cost. Said they, the wise.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
-and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?
And even if staring at the stars in the sky at night brought to mind,
Some illuminating, some profound light
To happen upon a wish of shooting, the instant and divine
Of most miracles blooming
There always comes the break of day, and with it in tragedy's way
A walk by the lettuce trees to give chance a say.
Places are living memories, even so as, to keep the dead at bay
A thought: "we're aligned in these coffins cold and gray"
"The air, it does not breathe nor give breath"
"Is this not but a living death?"
I saw the flicker in the eyes of those who know about Eternity's Sunrise.
No earthly sentiment can be given a cost. Said they, the wise.
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