Misspent by inclination,
treed by ambition,
I fled the woods thirsting for the desert,
only to drown in a deep water ecstasy,
later to awaken in the vineyard,
free of fright, bound by the new day's light.
The unchained man bowed his head,
sincerity apparent, no deception transparent.
But the rock in my heart would not soften.
My suspicion would stay, no fears allayed.
This...
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