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I danced with worlds, mid clouds of dreams When I was young and you were sage Imagination weaved in streams Painted paeans for freedom's age Cross jungles, waterfalls of joy We skipped with wanton, childish glee Dreaming, rocking to a fro Loving seismically Till the man shot me My mortal carapace decayed Became nature again Back in the soul's truest abade Where minds are one and zen And how did you go on and cope Me dear, gone from your den Offensive they rank rude intrude Upon the Peace we found my friend Because the man shot me I can't explain well but in time My energy gestate Became presence celestial All light and love, no weight The center of my heart lived on In a bonny babe anew Born in 1991 When Berlin's freedom grew No shots can stop me She a lover drift in dream A playmate of cherubs Who drift in streams upon a beam Aura arrests and grabs Year to year she grew afraid Doth yet perceive the cynic's trade And will for Love insatiate No shot stopped her living like me She grew a heart comely and plump Like the marrow Thoreau craved As through the wilds of life she tramps Not wont to behave Bears Love aloft, cherubic lamp Through her the passion rave Hearts for heroes; guns for knaves
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
Dear Yoko
I danced with worlds, mid clouds of dreams When I was young and you were sage Imagination weaved in streams Painted paeans for freedom's age Cross jungles, waterfalls of joy We skipped with wanton, childish glee Dreaming, rocking to a fro Loving seismically Till the man shot me My mortal carapace decayed Became nature again Back in the soul's truest abade Where minds are one and zen And how did you go on and cope Me dear, gone from your den Offensive they rank rude intrude Upon the Peace we found my friend Because the man shot me I can't explain well but in time My energy gestate Became presence celestial All light and love, no weight The center of my heart lived on In a bonny babe anew Born in 1991 When Berlin's freedom grew No shots can stop me She a lover drift in dream A playmate of cherubs Who drift in streams upon a beam Aura arrests and grabs Year to year she grew afraid Doth yet perceive the cynic's trade And will for Love insatiate No shot stopped her living like me She grew a heart comely and plump Like the marrow Thoreau craved As through the wilds of life she tramps Not wont to behave Bears Love aloft, cherubic lamp Through her the passion rave Hearts for heroes; guns for knaves
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
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