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Covered in ferns, adjuring with thunder: twins at  their  throne. G r a n i t e. Your hands worked the field, And me. . . I'm like a wild horse,  unconcealed. Boots spitting up dirt, Barrage of arrows: my ungrudging  universe. Together, we are an empire.

Warm brown coffee in my mug. I don't know if today, Offer a sloppy mess of tugs, Or something to embrace.

Bored out of my head, Kneading a batch of bread. Through the window, I see myself on a flying ship. The state of posing reality, To where my mind linger on.

Ombres clignotantes coulaient, Rassembler en une unité à six pans. Juste un contact peut transmettre des couronnes blanches; Pourtant, son cœur reste l'école buissonnière. J'ai eu des visions de moi et vous, Les deux debout sur une colline ovale plein de qualité. Chaises vides cristal montés sur le dessus de l'hématologie. - La plupart pur joyau, la plus claire débuts; Dans les désirs de la vertu, Je veux protéger incendie. Le feu de ... courage, Le feu de la vie ..., Le feu de la passion .... Si seulement le sablier de la vie, Pourrait nous débarrasser de dépit. .

A painted cannon lay out in the faintest sun -- Rusted metal valves breaks away from its latch, Revealing a dotted mushroom. He's been walking on the same pavement, With a coat embroidered in fruits and leaves; Listening to vendors opposing numerous flagrant. There on a wooden table is where he saw the cannon. Translucent; Yet, gleaming with a lime light. He reached for his wallet, Picking out a kaleidoscope. Carefully, he mixed threads of numerous colors. Each bought at different time. Some say that his idea will only chard, But at one shimmering dawn, Higher than any tree is where he achieved his future.

Facet gleaming prism, I admit. I pondered. My gasp released gifts to be prompted, on this seemingly eternal desk.

You thread your acoustic guitar, On a brick walled stage, Singing songs from many years ago. During such break, Every dedicated hearts cried out for your voice: A crisp, spring life of love and hope. If I only knew how the way you really feel. Those unspoken words, Were cast away in garden full of ash green. How lost your fragile soul was, But what a glory that today you've come back singing, To people who cherished you.

Nothing More I flip a white page, To darken another one. When you say, "Write this down." I know that you see us apart, And nothing more. . . Silver bars to my brothers, And gold earrings to my sisters. Could clouds make gone of water? Could the dead rise up again? -When you're watching over me. I don't want it. . . Nothing is worth fighting for, When I know your gleaming eyes will never be felt again.