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Torn with Thorns..

Come dearest one..
To the birthplace where,
our love was born..
Come with me,
through the roads where..
Passions ignited our thoughts to memoirs;
shining beyond the radiance of a thousand suns..

Open the doors of your heart..
Remember the times..
When in the kitchen of reality..
We washed ourselves in the sink of fantasies..

We came through time..
Past amidst the pathways of hurts and betrayals..
Resonating whispers of faith..
Binding us within..
This world of hate..

But then storms arose..
Incertitude of what the future holds..
Winds of doubts blew us away..
Into the deserts where black vultures prey

Now wandering through the desert, wondering..
We kept pondering..
As we saw carnations of our trust..
Eaten by eagles of strife
Right before our eyes..

We saw the skin of our understanding..
Decomposing into dust..
Maggots of distrust crawling the putrid skin..
That once radiated with pearls adorned on linings of care..

We know not our fate..
We've been torn with thorns crowning our faith..
God knows the sincerity,
forged through the years..
When in the bathtub of emotions..
We ran blindly into the tunnel of abjection..
Surrendering totally..
To the torrents of affections blowing within..

On cupids wings we rode..
Across lands wretched with benchmarks of rejection..
Soaring tentatively..
Across hills and valleys beyond the hemisphere of reality.

Yet, in seasons beyond time..
We've gathered the straws of moments shared,
stuck them in a safe-box..
Right here, there in our hearts..

Hoping to find repose..
On the hills of our faith..
As we struggle to find peace..
In the turmoil that thrives within...

Danny EL Copyright 2014

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