Sunday 15 February 2015

If to be
Or to say
Is all that the mind was
Would you know
If the eye of the storm was
Was a storm
would it be so
Would it swirl
If the frost was warm
And the hermit knew lust
Would his crucifix be frosted
To the hearth of his belief
Such is not my design
I make to feel
Feel is your choice
I exist, to be known

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