pictureque is this hillside scene bathed in a wash of beautiful twilight waves calmly break on the shores of a dream eloquent, the cool whispers of an ocean breeze.
gaze upward to the cosmic ceiling the mighty sky is but a canves of memories a glistening sense of loss to send us reeling through an enchanting ballet, nonetheless
these opens a moonlight path to the horizon a gateway from which a fragile form appears face smooth and pale as a porcellain doll skin as pure white as the container last seen in
her realm is one of darkness an eternity within thoughts visible only to closed eyes
her eyes shine like that of distant stars mute, she need never say a word for me.
in my unconscious frame I hve found liberation from the dull ache of sorrow to extend a hand and pull her from this ethereal existence in dark reverie to keep the promise of never leaving
in the face of dawn may we rejoice in slumber
watch the horizon begin the glow the soft embrace falls away feel the beating heart begin to slow learn to grieve all over again my heart breacks with the dawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
