Love is but a fragment of the
realization of oneness and self
inclusion into the vast pain
that encompasses the depths
of soul and salvation.
Heights of reality cannot be attained
unless angels which fall as diamond
rain descend upon our hearts
encompassing the rivers of wanton youth.
Canst the heart know the hidden sanctity
which can only be seen beyond the
veil of time itself.
For eyes see not with clarity as summer sky
but through dimness of winters tears
there doth the sadness fall over
self as the snow
of endless night
and one cannot attain to the riches
which bequeath the spirit of righteousness-
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