We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
As to be to dream most heavenly
When heavy sleeping is in process
Memories reveal my magical world
And life through windows
Into the imagination
And life moves onwards
Pumping with life's hidden wonders
I still love you!
Memories reveal my magical world
And life through windows
Into the imagination
And life moves onwards
Pumping with life's hidden wonders
I still love you!
Winter comes.
What purple pleasure is waiting
To hide within and stare with out
Is still murky gray walls
Fading from sorrows caverns
Ways
Down the stairs in dreary glowing
stones
As to throw yourself across rooms
Funny is it not
The sounds of tempers
The colors rot
Lips crease from use
Drinks fallen with confused
People
Standing at a door
Never more.
To hide within and stare with out
Is still murky gray walls
Fading from sorrows caverns
Ways
Down the stairs in dreary glowing
stones
As to throw yourself across rooms
Funny is it not
The sounds of tempers
The colors rot
Lips crease from use
Drinks fallen with confused
People
Standing at a door
Never more.
How is it?
To write or not is
To nothing from here
As to find out nothing
Not to be
As to think is write
To say
Hello beautiful people
We are now Plutonians!?
To nothing from here
As to find out nothing
Not to be
As to think is write
To say
Hello beautiful people
We are now Plutonians!?
Once we were living..
Then is ash upon us,
Destined to death and dead
Is all that was said
I love you also
Sometimes there in waters
In rivers
Inside boats
Life going forwards
Like then
And this is how it goes
As the sound is calling
Follow that shining nose
She is bare feet running
Fog engulfing her
And in silent breathing
Shuts a door
Never more.
Destined to death and dead
Is all that was said
I love you also
Sometimes there in waters
In rivers
Inside boats
Life going forwards
Like then
And this is how it goes
As the sound is calling
Follow that shining nose
She is bare feet running
Fog engulfing her
And in silent breathing
Shuts a door
Never more.
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