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Tell me then, who are
the foolish ones?
Can it be, you sit.....in
judgment of me?
Life can play
funny games.
To those who judge
it seems the same.
Not withstanding,
within they grieve
For doors they've closed
love unretrieved.
Easy condemnation
comes from grief
Understanding then
is beyond belief.
Does it matter in eternity
that our love
Would never be?
Shallow games
I cannot play
For deeper love
is here today.
Sadness, then, is for me
that in your heart,
you cannot see.
More than just
A body am I,
I have wings
And I will fly..........
Kay Ekwall ©
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