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Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Pure Sincere Souls

oh how I do love
the truly beautiful...
people with pure
soft sincere souls...

ever loyal
ever faithful
a true friend

committed to
righteous purpose
moral code
religious belief
a true believer

aspiring arising
responding to injustice
perceiving righting
injustice wrongdoing

never insincere

unwavering honest
unaffected not feigned
motivations based
upon real emotions
truly deeply felt

straight talkers

giving unlimited love
giving insightful understanding
giving a never ending smile

what beautiful colours in such souls
what beautiful thoughts flowing forth

this is what true friends
beautiful people always give

but even the most beautiful people
are sometimes abused in this world
because not all have appreciation
such beautiful sincere aspirations

bad eggs born like to exploit
snare noble minds in their mire
expect evil to dwell on lower planes
expect evil to fester insurrection

the truly beautiful are ever pleasing
a warm vibrant embrace to the senses
composed of a pure unchanging music
a song that soars to embrace the heavens

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Submitted: Thursday, June 03, 2010

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