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The feeling lost, a crystal river
Along horizons, light blue shiver.

Along a thought, now gone forever.
A tear transforming "now" in "never".

A tear, too dark, for eyes to know
The path of light, the silver glow.

The path to twilight, serpentines
In changing space of river times.

In changing elements of sin,
As you can feel evil within.

As you can feel hearts purest love
Ascending to a hell ...above.

Ascending with dark wings of time,
On stairs of roses, so sublime.

On stairs that lead to Neverland,
To storms of mind, to thoughts of sand...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Monday, August 9, 2010