A story never told…
Seven horses heads, a story never to be told and a myth known only by the voices of
the ancient and old. Wisely they never spoke of it, for it was a sin!
Seven hugs of seven bears, legend has it they grew in their sleep and never had dreams just Nightmares.
Seven feathers lost from seven birds, in the daytime
They lost sight and blinded themselves with the untold Story of fright…
Seven streams from the seven seas awoke a man stealing from the unforgiving
velvet apple trees. A whisper long forgotten spoke him to see, so myth speaks of a shadow once called dairy made so flattering to be.
Seven stones from seven mountains falling for thee, an untold story told under an apple tree, Nightmares losing sight of a daytime story of fright and screams heard to be remembered fading in the light.
Numerous drops of rain floods the sails of their ships, on ground they now lay.
Torn by their words and eaten by their own mouths, Lonely on the green grass they stand, the little blue cows.
Passion fading like the sun with a dark dress she covers my sight. Twelve Apostles standing tall as I Reach for the horizon and taste the salt fed to your mountain.
A powerful silence screams to my ears!
One hundred burning horses fleeing to the west, Possessions bring meaning to their lives.
Through a baby’s eyes I feel the pain and pureness gets flooded with lies! A blueberry moon softly touches my face; the smell of her hands reminds me of rosemary gardens
And desert grown sun flowers.
For one moment, for one moment I am free! If my body could touch every particle of the earth at the same time it still wouldn't be enough!
Sixteen voices writing in my head,
Listen carefully, and you might hear what is said…
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