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Coming up at my face in charcoal, embossed, in canvas, then hung That’s cast anew, that made it through- After and at so many endings, Blizzard, joy, death and sun mending, A Shepherd’s life through trials as me, given in- Is that finally it? Tell me, Heart, did I Come to know the key? Yes! Redemption arrived therein! After that long time; Look, I no longer Have what you think it takes, Saw more light in night than day, But, indeed, honey in that canvas’ eyes swirls back Again, Every shade a muster of reflection, Fingers are grazing in sensitivity No surgeon can try to beat, Black lips glimmer in heat- Shush, the point of Such sight? Just: that I can look in that canvas mirror Back, That all realisation greets my mind. That a narcissist is the highest claim of support and love. That after all The path All mirage left, And broken I know who i am. (... Yes, the battle has seen its end... Sword’s placed in peace in proud, Murky earth.)
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
A Gospel
Coming up at my face in charcoal, embossed, in canvas, then hung That’s cast anew, that made it through- After and at so many endings, Blizzard, joy, death and sun mending, A Shepherd’s life through trials as me, given in- Is that finally it? Tell me, Heart, did I Come to know the key? Yes! Redemption arrived therein! After that long time; Look, I no longer Have what you think it takes, Saw more light in night than day, But, indeed, honey in that canvas’ eyes swirls back Again, Every shade a muster of reflection, Fingers are grazing in sensitivity No surgeon can try to beat, Black lips glimmer in heat- Shush, the point of Such sight? Just: that I can look in that canvas mirror Back, That all realisation greets my mind. That a narcissist is the highest claim of support and love. That after all The path All mirage left, And broken I know who i am. (... Yes, the battle has seen its end... Sword’s placed in peace in proud, Murky earth.)
Someone left the beloved dead one in snow To keep on going on. After Coelho’s Shepherd’s Heart got him stuck In a realisation. And I finally looked at my given portrait And saw finally again I am worth a whole world And more.
DanRo
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
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