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Natures Tears Splash To The Earth
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
Literature
2- Xandros - The Vampire
Beyond the sturdy wooden windows, sealed at every crack and crevice against any sharp and slippery solar fingers that might attempt to enter the dark chamber, the greedy gold monster started rising high into the sky.
Ursula slept peacefully beside him, but the day did not pass as normal. The hallways whispered busily, full of steps that seemed to roar behind the hermetic door. They stole her dreams several times until, filled with rage, she gets off the vampire's body, to walk toward the door, beginning to lose her nerve. She falls headlong on the ground after her first steps, the ankle chain not giving her any more than it gave the vampire,
Literature
Paradise.
My arms ache from digging through
rough and ruin, in search of
paradise.
I saw it in a whispered dream,
there, nothing hurt;
we were unspoken.
With winter came warmth and summer snow,
And nothing died, just ceased to
walk with me
in paradise.
Literature
Born with Wings
I can't keep up with this longing suffering,
Crawling down in this endless road,
With pain on my knees,
I just can't take this
I know, paradise isn't far enough,
So I can't excuse myself from not working tough,
I was born to fly,
Among all those clouds in the sky
Rain may fall on my head,
Wind may blow against my way,
But with this pair of wings that He gave me,
I shall rise every day
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Amazing poetry!