Without Exception

Love Birds

Love Birds

Minds, when open like a blooming flower
Pollinated by ideas each and every hour
Open eyes can only see but not perceive
Closed minds neither, unable to receive

Pen marries paper, sparks a new flame
Flame marries taper, fire briefly tamed
Bow caresses strings, tender as true love
Ethereal music brings down from above

Brush enlivens canvas; colors with paint
Art from the soul can make us feel faint
We are passing through unmoving time
We’re given choice be it hell or sublime

Peace breeds hope, and eternal mystery
Hope incites action, decides what will be
Now is fluid, governed by our perception
Always ours to choose without exception


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