SalvationAs scattered dreams they remain
The dim memories of my reminiscence
and that which it brought to light.
If I too were to perish and follow the paths I do not rememberth.
Then let them pray for rebirth and not in vain.
For once more the tears must runeth and so should the blood.
I was not blotted out but carried,
and somewhere by the shores of your transcendences,
I will wait for thee.
Not as I, but as salvation...
Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 14:28
Tags Death  Life  Salvation
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