Scattered memories linger on At the edge of the valley Of his words. Thoughts are fleeing Unseen- Untouched- Hazy like a distant past. And just as real. Where does paradise sit? Does it float in the open sea? Caressed only by the uncertainty Of an unattainable jewel? Or does it lie on the firm ground, Tangible and solid- Satisfied only by the eternal Vastness of its earth. Does love only value Fear and doubt As its inspiration- Its temptation- Its reward? Or does it seek fulfillment In the warm embrace Of loyalty and devotion As its mistress- Its muse- Its lover?
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