the life an the opaqueA Poem by semi-classical stream of consciousnessThe light in the soul and the death of innocence
That man should dine on the bread and wine of hurt.
Yet when is there a time that peace may divert. One soul is alive the flesh she be dead. As rains of incantations upon an innocents head. Yet the evil never mocks stands against the valiant fold. Yet to good even in the face of gossip epiphany. Man in his good shall rise to be free Thus the soul is of life and the flesh opaque. When will those asleep, awake? © 2015 semi-classical stream of consciousnessAuthor's Note
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