viernes, 10 de julio de 2009

Our blinded faith

Do you share,

A sliced berry,

Did I brought…

That thing unkind?

Do you make,

An easy chance?

Nor a path,

Without and ethos,

A strong pile,

Of sweet pommels,

So, let’s wait,

Tomorrow a sunrise…

Will knock our door,

All the windows will be open,

And the sorrows nevermore;

And God will aid with thy bless,

The Goddess surely extent her arms…

To embrace with charm, our blinded faith.