Hold your breath and hear the crooning breeze todayScattered clouds lined up intently to listen to the story Melodies are random, yet the grip is natural and harmoniousMy heart is composing music in praise of my soul's glory Amorous details of my passions that fall for you...
She wanders barefoot, merely lifting her worthy charms in this snowMore volatile than air, she floats around my soul without a confession The outrageous momentum this moment accompanies me every timeShe reaches my eyes naked, floating like a butterfly to perfection Her thunder abstruser than an ocean...
That one true love I beheld pining away from me, exerting all libertiesBetween death and life lies the pure joy lurking beneath the pain of sorrows The friction among a wounded soul with a loving heart, a wild battle, maybeNo rainbows past the clouds of despair,...
From up here, I seem a bit delusional to the uproar of the imitations of my heartChirping birds of the alley gossip in the dark, the soul has a little more to say Perhaps the dragons can fly above from the clouds of fear in the...
The elaborate details of purple linings on her shouldersCheeks like flowing lava, red hot beauty bold and young The enchantment I notice in her eyes in just a gaze alone Calm, yet perpetual to any passionate melody ever sung Hair like dangling branches of the orchids elegantly...
Obscure but inquisitive, the ultimate fantasy of matters and desiresHovering soul in constant motion rather dropped in shadows of glitter Not shy in any direction, she notches plumb down the heart heedlesslyMerciless thorns with flowers pierce through wounds of time with a snigger Stack hopes in heaps...
Walking down on the snow over the sun going down thereby in timeCalled on by horses on the sidewalk, delighted by the river turning Chosen by cravings above all to lure the hearts into the ultimate gloryDesires of the soul travel by the breeze spread with...
It took a lifetime to recognize how cursed, brutal and ugly are your waysYour actions stink as your deeds in all the obscurations that walk with you Stuffed, in filth, you aren't distinct from those who trade themselves for cashOr perhaps for diamonds or rubies, yet...
The rain had worked me through the misery over countless rainbows mysteriously murky Driven by the snow in the absence of emotions Lost in the shadows of pain, I am drunken dirty Little did the world grasp about passion and glory Oh sweet sorrows, don't you know I am still...
Every time I fall for beauty, it warns me of rainy clouds in the disguise The bitch I loved had no remorse for her wrongs, only colorless rainbows How meaningless love may seem, as flowers in the garden carry no scent Fragile and stagnant memories tantalize me still...
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