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There is a subtle grace To the whispers veiled In caress of autumnal promise Would that I could offer their solace Where all seems beyond repair So much light hidden Where it once shone brightly Your touch offers strength, always Taking this mind, this soul, this heart Offering something needed, something new So perhaps it can forever dwell in the senses That have long ago left to dwell with stars For there was a time when sorrow yielded To a future soundscape of colour and intrigue A desire called destiny that called to me In tears we paint the future On a landscape of sorrows Building towards the clouds above Searching for a glimpse of the sun For we share ourselves reluctantly What else is there to do? But take the moments Seize the hurt and watch it die For in its death We shall liberate our cries Set free the chaos of emotions Where bonds were created On the power of friendship Throwing off our shackled lives To be free, to be at peace
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
503: Metaphorical Death (Sacrificial Bond) collaboration with Chris Smith and Poppy Ruth Silver
There is a subtle grace To the whispers veiled In caress of autumnal promise Would that I could offer their solace Where all seems beyond repair So much light hidden Where it once shone brightly Your touch offers strength, always Taking this mind, this soul, this heart Offering something needed, something new So perhaps it can forever dwell in the senses That have long ago left to dwell with stars For there was a time when sorrow yielded To a future soundscape of colour and intrigue A desire called destiny that called to me In tears we paint the future On a landscape of sorrows Building towards the clouds above Searching for a glimpse of the sun For we share ourselves reluctantly What else is there to do? But take the moments Seize the hurt and watch it die For in its death We shall liberate our cries Set free the chaos of emotions Where bonds were created On the power of friendship Throwing off our shackled lives To be free, to be at peace
Copyright © Chris Smith and Poppy Ruth Silver 2012 Poppy Ruth Silver is a singer and poet and can be found on Facebook and www.apolloblessed.ning.com
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
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