Innocence is the beauty of a flower untouched and fresh from the sun with few drops of dew hanging from the leaves Innocence is the stillness of a rock the unnoticed nature of greyish composition with nothing but a dull complexion dreading its existence Innocence is the heart of human the pounding porcelain creation of God with nothing but the mind to tease and turn it into dust
If I could find a reason for being, I see only temptations, At first glance, and two minutes later, My eyes sent dilemmas For my reflection clings to that old crest even if I hear your dreams and speak to your mirror. No cities far enough for me to hide, But, at least my thoughts sleep as my body endures loneliness of Pride, I notice not with my eyes, But yours I remember as it was The beauty that is not yours Given only a name that may not be read. Then, I realise there were truth in being and if questions were unanswered, so long as I seek your face in darkness We may yet encounter your faith to again erase the blank pages and fill them with days.
Love's lost refrained by the melodies of life the mediocre mantras and the summoners' woes. Love's lost refrained by the symphonies of life the gaze of one true sight and the voracious tides. Love's lost refrained by simple a gift of life the atonement of sin and the lamb who died. Love's lost refrained by the melodies of life the chords that still sing and the eternal rites.
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