Could it be the truthor a dream?What was that insulttoward dawn?The truth, not blind,strikes hard.If it repents,it begs for mercy.
The Truth




Could it be the truthor a dream?What was that insulttoward dawn?The truth, not blind,strikes hard.If it repents,it begs for mercy.
Because I hesitate to open my heart to you. Perhaps you hesitate yourself as well. Sometimes your eye blooms like a lily. Sometimes the shutters of your heart you quickly shut.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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