vine flowed all over like fragrance, beneath the shirt, hes the love, stiff-necks, a total haste, rose is more sweet, the pile odor, tweets, divine, grief un-revealed, sufferers together, all alone, glances passing smiles, the shamans regret, vast radiant beach concealed, the rivalry appears, between the Gods & the Satans, whos to ride the melancholy lyre, tender reflections of the face, fades away, smoking the stains, let the heart unchained, the light blushes, the moon crushes, the sun rise brightly, as if the dream circles around tightly. seeking the truth, we thrive for the fruit, hence we stare the goats, love is a scar, skin deep, sweeping the dark, chasing the light, high hopes beamed, the beds too big, you wanna be wrapped around, the soul flies, in the midst of dragons cry, the eternity dispersing the dream, pure glories from the dark, the lovely sun rises, inflicting a rare perfume, the stench crowns the light, the solid heart melts at sight, clear the throat, open the god damn door, smell mingled with pears, the black/white pictures reappear, the drink, the tea, sound of summer, like cocaine went sky high, bury your head in the name, sin & superstitions is all thats claimed. her thrilling accent, a treasured lie, with the melodies all trembled & die, he smile bores the babies dream, her voice resounds, birds sing in a different choir, she drew the sacred words, the chorus is all he heard, shamanic trance & dark-some sermons, shes the muse, he could never use. are you attuned to my strings? Im kneeling faithfully, would you come under my wings? My masters know, I cannot sing, babe, music is the thing, a show-ring, a rare mixture of spirits, I believe, how did you master sang? he got all the grey shades, was he in flames, burning bright? he held his angels tight, look at the things above, that eyes? I see a pure flame and a childs highs. eyes circling wide, her lips proclaimed the pride, where the scores died, she came near and whispered in his ears, the wondering sermons, a celestial song, his head summoned in pleasure, shining mild and fair, his ears wept blood, she had her ways to pass by, hes offered the secret paradise, counting stars is the promise offered, deceived by her radiant smile, the name lost in heaven, was the Martyrdom achieved? Mystic Farewell (C) Wanderer 2014
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 14:36:54 +0000
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