The wind cries eternal faith to the eye that sees <br /> <br />The fruit of god, here for her to put it her mouth and emanate dreamlike fantastic aparent matter. <br /> <br />With love painting a picture so real. <br /> <br />All my desperate faith floating in the chaos looking for ghosts of my lover in the old house haunted by my ego.. <br /> <br />We reach the top of the mountain.<br /><br />Vincent Silvertop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-reach-the-top-of-the-mountain/
