

Inspiration of Her DreamDreamsInspiration of Her Dream
As my eyes open into the night, memories fly down long road. The rooftop where we met and talked about life, love, hopes, fears. How your eyes always were deeper than the seas, how I longed to hold you. How I longed to kiss you. Here time fastforwards to our last goodbye. I look into the oncoming storm and look back, my dreams came true, in the end. Not only had I held you, we had sealed away our love, in that moment of life, when fires burned cold, and the clock striked twelve we kissed. Our fiery passion lighting up the path of our dreams.


Old Poetry of Mine Another HopeOld Poetry of Mine
And on the wind floats a feather, pure and white as a dove.
It sheds away the mist, the shadow. It is the blade of hope in these days of the bloodmoon. And as it radiates it's light, a shooting star falls from the heavens... A reminder to the Fallen, the synchronicity of the elements relies upon the hearts who protect it.
Ghost of the World
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