Saiom Shriver

Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.

Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for her magnetizes to your home those who read more

Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for her magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.

Love, not force, rides the horse.

Love, not force, rides the horse.

CLOVER VEIL
A clover veil..
violets the vale
neith skies cloudclad
or when ultraviolet
sun prevails.

CLOVER VEIL
A clover veil..
violets the vale
neith skies cloudclad
or when ultraviolet
sun prevails.

As she hears
the confessions
of all rivers
those on the shore
hear the sea..
accepting all
she calls no read more

As she hears
the confessions
of all rivers
those on the shore
hear the sea..
accepting all
she calls no thing
heresy.