Fois il y avait l’amour….


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Mystic woman with your weeping eyes…

Mystic woman wrapped in disguise…

Washing me down…

all your fears, all your tears…

so many tears…

little heart…

glowing, molten heart…

older… younger.. all the same…

I am you… and you are me…

I am from you…you within me…

Mystic woman so slow to rise…

Mystic woman… almost childlike…

I weep my tears for your stories too…

I shed my fears, for a moment too…

I’ve discovered truth…

Oh! there are cords bound so tight!

And this writhing, trembling, unimaginable plight…

And what gave birth to this shaky flight??

Floating clouds made from all that’s past…

Hazy mist covering all your tracks…

Mystic woman, I long to speak!!

Tell you this pain will never ease!!

Mystic woman, can’t we just be??

Disarmed, and disenchanted…

Fruits of that singular tree…

I run now with dread and fear,

Chanting prayers I’d hoped you’d hear…

Inside…we’re both just the same…

But in my heart lies everlasting blame…

 

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