What
is this we have?
It
was like light in a cave
Then
the lies
The
secrets
The
looks of spite
Yet
we sit here
Held
in a loveless union
Chained
in a chain-less prison
I
wish it were a season
I'd
know it comes
It
will go
We
are waiting for the shift in angle of tilt
For
the sunshine to light up the path again
For
the absolution of guilt
For
dances in the rain
And
fading of the stain
We
want the flowers to blossom
The
heart to fathom
We
want to move
But
each holds on to their stance
I
won’t budge
You
won’t heave
But
we both expect that beneath our feet
The
grass will grow
it takes action.i like this.
ReplyDeleteIndeed it takes action to achieve results.
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