And on your wing the pope may take his leave
depart a waterfall of mournful tears
though not enough
too few, perhaps.
In sadness I may choose to dwell
by parting through the sands of liquid time.
Be that I make a statement and thus fall
--a concious clear us sharper for the day,
Sweet dances make you pray to go away.
And by-- for though they do not know the truth--
a lover's song may be forever proof.
And pearls in sediments worth more than hate
are not so much the culprit as the jewels.
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