Speaking of Love,
the name that pops
Up on the corridors
Of my heart is a secret
known to none but you.
It is all about the beauty of life painted in a language so breathe- taking and consuming.Dance all you can in the field of beauty and freedom, glue your soul to life's tunes so peaceful and compelling.The muse of POETRY.
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You Are Beautiful.
Her beauty freaks me out Her beauty turns me about Like the sun, she dries my hurt My calm she feeds, her moony Eyes. With you, i real...
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Humilty pleads a hold of my soul Pride dances with Lucifer's toes With haughty eyes lies flies So deceptional and intentional A...
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On the stairs of heavens, The eyes of a mystery I stare That which the windows of The soul deny is true and clear. Swiftly, Aye; the fee...
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Her beauty freaks me out Her beauty turns me about Like the sun, she dries my hurt My calm she feeds, her moony Eyes. With you, i real...
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