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Of dreams the summers birth It's sunshine hazes Its nature is a dream within a dream Love smiles in her warmth Kisses are like raindrops on broken earth As working hands never heal Summer is the smile on the face of our crippled being Amongst the sand dunes we play Daylight seems endless Now the pleasure is in the hands of the dreamer Hell is heaven is hell Lazy but never lifeless just beating There but offer to end There is no longer a need to hide from the showers As if the full blooms await their passing Knowingly raised to the cloudless sun Often the distractions have a meaning To hold the secret that only uncovers This music in made for our hidden sexuality Where the congregation of angels stand A celebration of the rolling waves of time Mother nature As she will put all the broken pieces in a life back together A hidden smile behind disparity The future is an endless cycle of death and rebirth You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
Notes on dead wood - part four
Of dreams the summers birth It's sunshine hazes Its nature is a dream within a dream Love smiles in her warmth Kisses are like raindrops on broken earth As working hands never heal Summer is the smile on the face of our crippled being Amongst the sand dunes we play Daylight seems endless Now the pleasure is in the hands of the dreamer Hell is heaven is hell Lazy but never lifeless just beating There but offer to end There is no longer a need to hide from the showers As if the full blooms await their passing Knowingly raised to the cloudless sun Often the distractions have a meaning To hold the secret that only uncovers This music in made for our hidden sexuality Where the congregation of angels stand A celebration of the rolling waves of time Mother nature As she will put all the broken pieces in a life back together A hidden smile behind disparity The future is an endless cycle of death and rebirth You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear
Summer life love
darrel-weeks
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
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