Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Indomitable

Love climbs with ease the mountains of despair;
Love rises fresh with every saddened dawn;
Love finds its nourishment in simple prayer;
Love keeps its faith when every hope is gone.

Love goes its way, serene and unafraid;
Love lives until the final, shallow breath
Then cries rebellion to the verdict made
And stands, triumphant, in the Halls of Death.
 

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