come to me, christ..
walking together..
on the rivers of sky..
on the light wings..
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the sea was dust,
the dust was sea,
and both were sky
no one there
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poemhunter......
merciful father......
i beg you alot......
by the names of all saints and lovers......
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walk with me..
you and me, not separate
our poem is totality
and our poetry,
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tell the wave...
not to burn
tell the fire...
not to wet
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PariS,
Have'nt you known, darling..
That things in you ignite,
To let the me in poetry..
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..no longer, the fog..
could see the man
because, another fog..
made of man..
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40 years under the rain
and still the desert....
lives in my clothes.
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didn't you know......
love is made of iron......
didn't you know......
heart is made of glass......
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in the beginning..
it was a colour,
a colour decided to be a poem
and it was.
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