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There's a city there among the leaves
with towered buildings tall and green
and every rooftops swallow sun
when every citizen's day begun.
It's a city alive in high air
where wind stirs the atmosphere.
Bellow the mighty trunks of building
list a forest of stone ceilings.
Relics of a mighty people
their lives and their steeples.
They must once stood tall
before the afforested wall
brought them so low as to be unknown
with towered buildings tall and green
and every rooftops swallow sun
when every citizen's day begun.
It's a city alive in high air
where wind stirs the atmosphere.
Bellow the mighty trunks of building
list a forest of stone ceilings.
Relics of a mighty people
their lives and their steeples.
They must once stood tall
before the afforested wall
brought them so low as to be unknown
Literature
Les Limbes
Lost in time and space I tried to follow your path But you were already lost In your own reality. J’ai traversé le temps et l’espace, Suivi le vol des oiseaux. J’ai franchi les landes et les glaces En quête de tes maux. Je n’ai trouvé qu’un désespoir infini, Qu’une absurde surréalité. Je n’ai pas trouvé ma place Dans les limbes de ton passé.
Literature
Descent into Madness
It has returned In the dark silence I sense its presence Watching me Stalking me Mocking me Just like before Lurching in the stillness Hiding behind every turn Staring menacingly It crawls near me whispering of invisible worlds “You’ve ignored me for too long,” its raspy voice exclaims. “I frightened you when you were young so, you simply pretended I wasn’t there For all these many lonely years. I was always near" "Now you’re old and you can ignore me no more” The fear crawls inside me but it no longer trouble’s me I feel myself shattering into a million pieces but becoming a part of a million more I sense comfort and strange familiarity of a forgotten home Slithering softly by my window-seal searching for a crack to float through Its mist mingles and lingers with the steam of my morning coffee There's something inside of us that we're all trying to destroy An apparition, phantom presence that we're trying desperately to ignore It mockingly stares back at me from the
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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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