THE
8TH LIFE LIVES FOREVER
.
Along the
oaks of the mountain side
An ancient
river glides through two abnormal paths-
Where one
meets, there's a cry from the kelp tide.
But the other
simply laughs.
Seashells
bring exquisite beauty-
Like violets
catching sunshine.
Angels lack judgement,
but their wings have purpose.
Is the sea
a wonderful ice blue with divine life?
Remember desires
the stars are miracles that are just.
Lost souls
find their angels in a red-yellow leaf,
While green
eyes realize redwoods are silky pure.
The silver
river returns to meet its 9th life,
But the 9th
life doesn't arrive,
Still the
romantic spirit still dances in bliss on the river.
* * *
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