Still up in the sky
wandering the clouds
certainly now would I
be the first to fall
stumbling shattered shrouds.
While walking streets tall
looming lives lingering
across miles of fantasy all
holding lives in time
we wander without ending
Thinking sometimes love a crime
we haven’t any way
to estimate truly a sublime
delight upon passion is wed
though only mystique remain today.
Is it the truth we might somehow dread
the body physical – sensuality so misled.
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