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Literature Text
Dreams have fled
on silver wings
to alight on gossamer fields.
They glide among
stars so twinkling
they are mistook for candle flames
in crystal pools of light.
Every dream that floats
from every mind
as cotton as a cloud
delicate as whispered cold embalmed
they become thoughts without owner.
No barred cages of mind
from their back, they sprout wings
of ancient fire, the burn as chilled as ice.
For dreams no longer need us.
Dreams have their own to dream.
on silver wings
to alight on gossamer fields.
They glide among
stars so twinkling
they are mistook for candle flames
in crystal pools of light.
Every dream that floats
from every mind
as cotton as a cloud
delicate as whispered cold embalmed
they become thoughts without owner.
No barred cages of mind
from their back, they sprout wings
of ancient fire, the burn as chilled as ice.
For dreams no longer need us.
Dreams have their own to dream.
Literature
Roses
Wherever True Love's Embrace may Be. Whatever two souls wrap their arms, around each other like a beautiful rose. Isn't that a beautiful sight to see? May we all show sympathy, for the young and the weak? But some people are too meek, to see what love is. It's right in front of them! You just have to know where. Wherever True Love's Embrace may be. Whatever if you grow stronger, or you just wither away in the darkness. Love is shrouded with mystery, whether your backstabbed or loved. For the far and the close, scatter kind, and empathetic words. Roses are red which also means trust. Roses mean everlasting love, And everlasting peace. Wherever True Love's Embrace may be. Whatever your meek or afraid of. Don't be afraid, you are special. A special heart but with quiet lips. Love like there is no tomorrow. With its measures of joy or sorrow. It takes strength to step up, and it takes courage to be soft. Always, and always remember, It takes courage to surrender to love.
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waver
dance with me in this breeze scented with warm sunset cinnamon; let it play with your sweet baby hairs and loose little tears and tiny little worries until the dying light seeps into your soul and you transform now a half-wavering creature made of twilight and faerydust shimmer me, my darling! I want to be your rainbow sherbet girl: the moon dirt to your faerydust, the dusky grey dawn to your burning embers almost-night-light, the sharp newborn starlight to your heavy-bloody-deathless light catch my scent of cedar and citrus on the rain-speckled wind and follow me, humming-skylark-songbird lover of mine let’s waver together amongst the trees and remind the deciduous ones why pines rule them all when your lovely-sweet-sharp scent surrounds me with a crisp kind of warmth, all I can think of is h o m e
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Quiet
Quiesce Until the dawns Inaudible respite Even as the silent sobbing Tells all
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