As we raise our wings to fly
Heaven floats beneath us.
Hell becomes a distant memory
Of what used to be.
Truth decides, that history repeats.
Lies imprisoned in the mind.
Desperate to break free.
History will become cheated.
Our souls will soar, liberated from madness.
Our love will be burried distant from sadness.
Life is a begining to a journey of endless love.
Beautiful writes Tara.You pull me through your enchanting journey to endless love.
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a thoughtful eloquence written beautifully! 10+