My watcher,
my guardian,
even she lays to rest tonight,
The gloominess is unbearable while she shines not
But with symphonies of the swaying grass to accompany me,
I've traveled to dance in deaths palm
I long only for impossibilities
And for which risk appears
To be my guest
Each star a keyhole to heavens delights
Resembling the pathways to angels
Transporting hopes and dreams
5-20-11
3 comments:
Wow, This is absolutely fabulous, you have come a long way! Well done:)
It seems you write very well while your guardian rests. :)
Thank you both soo much, and all of my other fans, you have been my will to keep writing, honestly!!
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