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I walk the path and set to watch the. Sun walk along the dimples and rise. Up over this stagnant face. Beaming rays of warmth tap dance over skin. Ringing the lively bells of lavender cells.
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The stars in the sky. The earth below. The sea so deep. The flowers grow. The fire in flame. The ice so cold. The animals new. The trees so old. The sunset beauty. The shining cats eye.
(Probably not finished, not sure to be honest). Down by the riverbank. Where the fellas be spent from the cider they've drank. And the empty bottles mount up on the grass. As the night settles in.
Sitting on my stairs Neither up not down Smack bang in the middle Wearing a little frown I ponder on my life In all it's wonder and its glory A tiny touch of trouble, a smattering of strife A...
When you can only describe a day as mellow You know it must be like yellow. Like honey, sticky and sweet. Like chocolate, a rich, creamy treat. Like a fireplace glowing bright.
Powder of snow upon the ground Birds are here, not making a sound There's hardly any clouds in the sky Making me question the beauty, "why?" The sun rising before me A beautiful sight to see Snow...
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Fall to the ground You create utter silence The world stands still As you drop. Some people laugh With much ignorance I believe Yet most stand in awe As you change our lives.
drip. drop. the rain lightly hits the grey worn out pavement. drip. drop. i look up at the sky and find rain clouds. a light, smokey, grey color that seems to mean no harm.
Little lights Twinkling bright Shadows loom Not like doom Trees fly by While I sigh Fields of snow There they go Tiny house Like a mouse No lights on Is that a fawn.
Cast your mind away from where you’re standing. Bring it back to where you don’t belong. Find a mix of sense and understanding. Look yourself in the eye and tell me that you’re not wrong.
A sliver of the moon, Half full in the sky. White, fluorescent light, Lit up as I walk by. Shiny circle of hope, Hanging up above. The air prickles with happiness, Anticipation, love.
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, midnight is wonderland and thinking is true.At night its sparkle and day its crushed and dawn is warming through sight and night its wind go slow its heat grows...
The future awaits I want to know more Possibilities are endless In life's gigantic store The future awaits It's somewhere out there Times merry go ride Destinies ride at a fair The future...
The beauty. In the sunset. Soon to disappear. Lest we forget. The wonder. In the sunrise. For some it seems. Too bright for their eyes. The softness. Of the clouds. The white ones so calm.
I gaze out of the frosted window, The cold surface tickling my face, Before me, a sunset canvas, A barrier to outer space.
(One I did a while ago:) ) I feel Death slip over me, silently creeping by me. It rests its hand on my shoulder leaving me cold.
The window is steamy with vapour. From the night before. I see one trailing down, slowly. Clear, Crystal, Pure. I draw some figures on this window. But there is no room for more.
The night was young, Not a star in a sight. The moon still hiding, That silent night. The earth stood still, The rivers calm. A chill flew by, Though did no harm. And on that night, A star shot by.
Life is 1 long road and all we can hope for is to pull over to get some sleep but if your really lucky u get a moment in your life when you get a chance to open your eyes and see the beauty of this...
Raining rainbow maze,. Under heavens misted haze,. Where angels sing and pluck harps,. Learning life's long songs,. As rainbows dance in arcs,. A mirage of mirrors,. Under pearly white clouds,.
The quiet of an evening. The star dreams of a night. The silent soul that's singing. The heart that glows with light. The silence of a dawn, as it turns from gray to green.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... The sound of a clock. The sound of time. It's so constant. So fixed. It will never change. Time will always keep ticking.