Crowned

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    Crowned
    Scars adorn my soul
    I’m dying to be born
    Trapped in rustic albums
    And scratched by rose thorns

    I trust the wind to blow
    And the sun to rise
    And the redwoods to grow
    And you to lie

    The waves crashing
    Cliffs endure the beating
    The relentless pounding
    Underwater, caves exceeding

    Perhaps then you’ll find me hiding
    Sifting light through dark chambers
    Feeding this breathing and sighing
    Till it forms true and loves me kindly

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    abbadejuju commented on Crowned

    06-01-2009

    Excellent write my friend. The contrasting word play was right on"I'm dying to be born". Classic! Proceed!
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