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The Crimson Sun
The crimson sun has lost his way
Beyond the oceans blue and grey
In green hope he has found
A new life upon the ground
I watch you drip so slowly
I wish you would never dry
Catch a moments gesture
Hold the tears from your eyes
You can hold for all time
Five forms and nothing more
Each in essense secrets casting
Unlock the silent door
I must find myself to loose myself
In the chaos of loosing and finding
Acrylic surface hides our soul
Wooden birth and painted whole
poem
by
David Lacey
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