Glorious tales of love
bring me to the highest peaks.
I look down to see
where is the one I desperatley seek?

Lost within a land
where truths and lies are same
I wander to the edge
and wonder what is this game.

Pieces of soul
lie upon the ground broken and torn.
Watch them fly
away on the winds of the forlorn.

Why is the way
of the loves we try to trust?
In the end
its the same, the heart turns to dust.

~Author Sky

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