Here is the wisdom of yesterday passed
Blown by the cool wind of ever last
Into my cloister of deep dark device
Making me shiver the coldest of ice
Here lays heartbreak who knows her name
Kept close to conscience carried in shame
Along the green pathway of doubt or denial
Only her beauty her love makes me smile
Here is the knowledge use it for good
Carry the message from wild forest wood
Into the thicket of so densely green
She is the essence of my eternal dream
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
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