Wednesday, March 13, 2013

come


Come
Dear friend,
To a place where hierarchies dissolve;
Where  the distinctions
Between good and evil disappear,
Come to the regions
where true intoxication begins.

We’ve seen now;
No one in this world
Has ever touched harmony and peace
Through his survival skills.
Come dear friend,
to a place of rest
And real wine.

 

 

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