Of kisses, keys, and kings. (remembering the rose)
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Tuesday, 10th January 2006 @ 01:00:00 PM in AEST
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In truth, be it with kiss and love, be it loves own couth design, all fall.
These words in simple structure and design, last only seconds said, and find instead that silence be the truest truth that's said.
Look brightly upon this simple sentence, structure, stead, saying, kiss and love and truth be said, but silence be the true loves key.
In story writ and story said, a king's an hour, a king is dead.
Found peace in this; the king tarries not, but quiet, goes forward.
It is known to me, as it is known to all seconds silenced by my voice, that you will not understand. But understanding, above all but love, is consumed, is gorged upon, and once eaten dissipates, and does not fill.
In remembrance to the moment that is lost, I remember a small rose.
Away it's thorny stem was cut, away the pains of treachery, away the truth of true loves truth, for naught, but the desire of delicacy.
All things fall. All things guide us our path.
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