village

The words, between the lines, between the worlds, between dimensions,
those thin silver, silken threats that hang from the tree of life,
that drinks from the wine in wich swim,
the words between the lines. between the worlds, between dimensions,
are the lights in the dark night that will lead us to the end of ,
the words between the lines, between the worlds, between dimensions.

The words between the lines, between the worlds, between dimensions,
those little golden truths, like diamond crystals, that cannot be broken or crushed by the empty stonesthat try to eat up
the words between the lines,between the worlds, between dimensions,
and will in their turn be made dead by
the words between the lines, between the worlds, between dimensions.

So, wake up and live!
So, wake up and live!
Don't make yourself dead before your time,
don't live in your own dead grime.
Swim in the silver-golden sea.
Swim to the island that grows the tree, that drinks from the wine in wich flow
the words between the lines, between the worlds, between dimensions.

Utopian Union

Um.
This was really beautiful and found me in the best of places...
Until the last line. I think you should just get rid of that.

Otherwise, beautiful! Je t'aime.

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village

Thanks,
I wrote that some ten years ago and finished it last year. Yeh, I'm a bit slow with writing, but I always think that the best things take a long time.

Blackhawk_t

I agree with Utopian Union. I would omit the last line.

This flowed smoothly, I enjoyed reading it.

village

O.k. guys, I think you're right. It's done.