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Lightning casts a doubt
upon the saddening clouds
that darken my day

The rain came sorrow,
dark, eroding temple love
enshrined in my heart

Each morn, before light,
when all is wide before me,
I can smell your scent

Yet the rain came dark,
sorrow fell from my cloud eyes
eroding my heart

A doubt casts lightning
upon the sad tearful clouds,
But I smell your scent

Before light, each morn,
when all is right before me,
I praise the temple.

All not saved will be lost.

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The following comments are for "Temple of Love"
by Siah

Temple of Love
this is beautiful as always. Thanks

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: December 3, 2006 )

Temple of Love
Yes, I too agree it's beautiful, Seah

( Posted by: R.K.Singh [Member] On: January 12, 2007 )

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