Secrets
Like a fire, it burns and the heart goes restless. The soul is not at peace,it yearns for a release. Deep within sorrow gradually awakens. Forsaken are words for revelation the concealed birth of a secret creation. Its use nestles…
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Double Lines
Painting words in the innermost illusions. Vast visions of the world of creation its beauty so divine. Listening to Whispers carrying a sustainable hiss burying into the chambers of the soul calling one to unite. Simple acts of kindness flourish…
If you Want It…
Faint Breaths… The sting of life bears no musical tune without the thread of indifference, if you want it you can have it. Painting a picture of you with words is easier than simply imagining them without you, if you…