Let me write of never-ending days
The bliss, the scorn
All I was concerned about was if her love would stay.
I walked past the green hills of joy
And asked the clouds that each night watered the morning grass,
If she loved me and she said for me to ask the sun.
Brave I, without shades, looked deep
Almost blinded, I would with no eyes if I could kiss
Her all day long, and in the night spread a feast
Invite all the gods, only to preach of her peace.
K.Oni
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