Samstag, 17. April 2010

Skewed.

Not symmetry, but for accord I long.
Not a poised calm, in composure I belong,

Not sacrifices, but simply courage I respect.
And not idle pity, dauntless spirit I expect.

I believe in pace and not in lolling bliss,
I make an unending war, never to be at peace.

For being at equilibrium, means only death,
Life leads where there is incessant breath.

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