©Akinwale Peace
The like knows its likes.
When the essence of the standing sun is
no more known by the sleeping sea: It is
when the sadness mingles with happiness
and thus procure sad fruition in earnest;
What pleasure is lie-sense when the truth sleeps
as the stars turns it back as the moon sleeps?
What pleasure has the horror and the pains
as it births no gain from passion as 't claims?
What pleasure has the dark drizzling cloud when
it couldn't rain on the good and it well
of hotness rain on the evil? The dark
stream flows in pretence of river but dark
darkness knows it dark darkness and bright lights
knows it' like; evil knows it evil 's night
and the good knows it good is day, the sun
shall soon shine but moon will rule night as sun.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace
©Great Intellects
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