Thoughts untold,
feelings not showed
Grippingly waiting for some things to unfold...
Heaven pictured possible right here
How near we are to the light
Not meaning death,
rather love without reason to fear…
feelings not showed
Grippingly waiting for some things to unfold...
Heaven pictured possible right here
How near we are to the light
Not meaning death,
rather love without reason to fear…
When Mother Nature was at her best
Until I heard the music on the hill
It changed everything….
The melancholic tune of the flute
The restrained voice
Was telling me a story
of the departed soul.....
Until I heard the music on the hill
It changed everything….
The melancholic tune of the flute
The restrained voice
Was telling me a story
of the departed soul.....
1 comment:
... sometimes whence u r meandering through the river of life whilst having established fleeting connect ; obfuscated imprint is all that is left to savour & perhaps that is all that there is ~ SAVOUR.NO? Memoirs needn't be lasting the impression though maybe. `guess it is your b'day & meloncholic thoughts ought to be shunned.Roar on Leo!
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