While the birds sing
While the trees Flourish and the flowers bloom The birds fly in a harmonic rhyme A jubilee for a season they await An invite for yet another dance They circle round an entire…
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The whisper's of tomorrow
The evening sky is really quiet. When it gets dark the birds stop flying. This is when a special dream starts to shine. This dream is for people who have hope in…
The architecture of yesterday
I found an old hour sleeping in the cabinet Tucked beneath the once cherish frame A fragment of a smile we wore Before the passig of time redefined the line We used to be a…
Love At First Sight
The world was loud, lonely, a blurry stream Everything seem static, a shadow of what was real A life that felt cold , lost of its warmth Until you stepped into the waking dream…
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