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THEE MANY FACETTED WOMB OV BLISS AND SORROW

By Havo(C)405

we breathe in the final dying days ov summer
days that will come to pass
days we couldn't ever know
letting go ov that moist breeze
torrents that will never die
we drink in the stary choked violet sky
huddled in a worshiping mass
giving ourselves to the mother ov night
a mother who has never lied

and we wonder where we came from
and wonder where we are to go
westward to a failing sun
a failing we could never know

thee grasses do grey and smothers itself
lending to yet another yeild
and though these tears escape our eyes
sorrow we will only feel
upon the leaves cracking and commensing their fall
eyes turn to the heavens above
home to the angels which exist to feel then
usher forth trumpets ov love

and we wonder where we came from
and wonder where we are to go
westward to a failing sun
a failing we could never know

hope this seas it too thee light ov day:)
take care & control, until...

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