Mario Marcou

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Visions of truth

Love to be found
Never looking time and sound.
My eyes show me roses
As well as thorns.
They bring forth the fields
Yet my conscious refuses
To conspire the rain.
Love to sense to feel to watch
Yet it brought me to heel.
Love so hard to attain the dream
Maybe it's better to compensate
To live inside the dream.
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