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Impendence Of Love
Impendence Of Love
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The days of sorrow are ending.
In the fluorescent light
My incoherent mind is weaving
A transparent poem!
In the hopes of fulfillment.
Where transcendence is a virtue
And thoughtlessness a lie!
Where mind is without fear
As the soul is about to cry
For Impendence of love.
Where every atom is colliding
With urgency or without,
The explosion laid waste
To the thought of becoming a monster,
As the heart expands!
The moments of joy are spreading....
