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Wednesday, 19 December 2012 @ 12:08
Ask the
world to feed you love
and the sun
will enfold you
its warmth
will remind you
of blankets
of the seas
the low tide
waves
soft
caressing your skin
comfort will
it bring
Ask the
world to feed you love
and the moon
will smile at you
its light
will guide your lips
from one tip
to the other tip
ear to ear
soon you'll
hear
crickets
sing
peace will
it bring
Ask the
world to feed you love
and trees
will embrace you
their twigs
will scratch the threads of your clothes
thrust into
your skin; from head to toe
blood shall
flow
still, the
leaves
will shelter
you forever
while you
stand beneath them alone
they'll be
the roof of your home
safety will
it bring
Ask the
world to feed you love
and
mountains will call out to you
their icy
tip breeze will eerily
echo a
powerful melody
of coldness
and agony
but dress
your mind with the garments of a king
and continue
climbing with arms reaching
one step
onto the other
your feet
will know no shiver
your teeth
will know no quiver
and when you
are up there
ask your
eyes to conquer
the every
delights of the earth
success will
it bring
Ask the
world to feed you love
and you will
find a coffee shop
its sensuous
design may tingle your heart
its
fragrance's divine; may toy with you mind
intoxicate
you to welcome yourself in
as lightness
dances all over your skin
and you will
float about
till you
drop on the floor
and you see
there before
your eyes
your ears
your nose
your tongue
a face
of a
familiar stranger
who rhymes
with your future
and when
both gazes meet
war will it
bring
sickness
will it bring
madness will
it bring
but so does
comfort
but so does
peace
but so does
safety
but so does
success
love,
will it bring.
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