Sweet though these wings of the wild
they soar as if they have fire in them
their crimson tongues have buds
of tastes that digest yellow dreams.
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Song Of Songs
Sweet though these wings of the wild
they soar as if they have fire in them
their crimson tongues have buds
of tastes that digest yellow dreams.
Of all the thoughts that lighten hearts
is the thought about nothingness
there is a beauty about the emptiness
that fills when thoughts leave.
And when they leave for ever
the charm of life dawns.