Look through the other side
Then you can see
But look this side..all is one preserved mystery
Shadows gleam like nightshade
So dangerous, pure and volatile
Never crucify the disturbed and vile
My pain is the haunt of time
Shed by encounters so fine
Lined with sweet mystical rhymes
Shelter those who seek sanctuary
From the glaciers of hope and pride
My mind so fantastical shall guide
Hide the torment, free the spirits
Dancing in the cores of strength
Worshipping all things nonsense
Am I strange for feeling such things?
No I don't believe it to be so
My aura and strength shall forever grow
©Kim Brown 30th August 2012
First written October 1991
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