Hidden by a pastless sorrow Talk of things we should not dwell Emptiness inside a hollow Purity that is too swell Binding I cannot unchain tight Rope that keeps me in the thrall Try with might and try with main I Still must, still must bear it all Rhymes flow freely past the morrow Verses tingle on the tip With myself I find I quarrel Elixir of which I sip Pour'd onto the ground to seep in To the dirt and Mother Earth 'Til once more my soul sinks deep in No heat coming from the hearth Thence I lie feet on the pillow Head imbib'd with dreams until Heart 'comes drenched in weeping willow Longing, longing, longing still -- Churchill: "War does not determine who is right, but who is left." http://www.wretch.cc/blog/spacedunce5 --

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