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Who is the one
you think about?
Who is the one
you see the face in the clouds?
Who is the one
you want to hold tight
The one who touches your heart
Filling dark paths with tender light
Who is the one
Closest to you?
Who you want to protect
And loves you too
you think about?
Who is the one
you see the face in the clouds?
Who is the one
you want to hold tight
The one who touches your heart
Filling dark paths with tender light
Who is the one
Closest to you?
Who you want to protect
And loves you too
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Inside a Girl
"Adelaiiiiiiiiiide....Aaaaaaaaadelaiii duh..." she hummed as lullingly as a lullably, as gently and as certain as a hummingbird's beating wings.
I awoke before I lifted my lids, such an easy thing to do. Open the eyes yet still not waken from sleep, sometimes not even through the day nor several series of days...this is quite frequent for me for I am a dreamer and dreaming requires deep sleeping, as deep as a bear hibernates in a safe, warm cave until the unforgiving frost of winter has given itself away to the tender tendrils of warm, sweet as honey sun rays that fill the air with a lemon zestyness and a minty mellowness, all that which enc
Literature
Fallen star/ Girl of the dream
I want a ticket to anywhere
With a girl who would dare
To challenge reality...
Someone who would sit
And simply see
Who I am,
Who I can be...
A girl with the most beautiful eyes
The universe has seen
Where only truth radiates
Eyes that see through all the lies...
A adventurous spirit
Who can see beyond this world
Into the vastness untold
Of the pages that be...
A soul free of the city ties
Of the chains that weigh us down
Free from all the tries
To be someone in town...
Of the softest hair
Waving like the ocean
Without the slightest care
Drifting slowly to somewhere
A girl with a huge heart
That does have a part
Solely for me
Just there
Literature
that girl named Sarah
how could I forget you?
It would be like the diamond forgetting the concrete which pressed it into luminescence;
like a butterfly forgetting the cocoon in which metamorphisized;
or like a star denying the sovereignty of its motherly galaxy--
How could I forget you?
No matter where we go from here,
Or what your image in my head may fade or smudge into,
or how incoincided my memory of you from the actual you may become,
or how your name may dissipate from my memory,
or what may come next in your divinely authored biography,
or which people your narrative may bring you with interlockingly,
how could I forget that pale g
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