Twinkling eyes, with shards of glass,
Gaze upon a moonlit mass,
Stars unseen with shallow heart,
Shine beyond the human part,
Spirits rise from sacred graves,
On truth stained eyes their starshine saves,
And shallow hearts that fail to see,
Break open on such majesty,
Then dampened cheeks, so wet with light,
See all the stars they used to fight.
A falling star falls from the sky,
A spec of stardust in an eye,
Sheilded truths untwist the lies,
And starlit views save love's demise.
The night holds wonders,
Light years away,
Open up to the sky,
Let them shine your way.
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wonderful words n imagery!!
wonderful words n imagery!! :) lines like these... d only thing i hate abt it is i can't write like this :(
nice read. best wishes from me :)
Wow!! My favorite line:
Wow!! My favorite line: "Shielded truths untwist the lies." I love your imagery. Magical and sensually noctural :)
Love these lines!
"Spirits rise from sacred graves,
On truth stained eyes their starshine saves,"
I love to read your wonderful words in which you craft from inspiration.
Just brilliant! <3
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Thanks ashes. I love all
Thanks ashes. I love all yours!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
just lovely! hugss
just lovely! hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks for reading Ssmoothie.
Thanks for reading Ssmoothie. I have not been on here much due to being busy with other artwork!! Missing pp a lot.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
It made me thin of...
something being blown away by the wind.
Thanks for reading. "The
Thanks for reading.
"The answer my friend,
Is blowin'in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind".
-bob dylan-
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "