Thursday, April 20, 2006

Every Seed-Dream Dies... Comments

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In cryptic melancholy tones I hear my heart calling for hire.
Even martyrs, of the dark ages, sang in the intense fire.
I can see the breaking of my seed-dream from green earth.
This dead-love was all wrong; it had to die for a new birth.
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