Poetry, painted poignant, random metaphors, morphing emotions, bleeding heart, wounding soul, emerging love, emananting light, warm moon, cold nights, any sonnets, or any thoughts that you want to paint with words.
Far away it rains,
And the cold winds,
Blows and whisper
The story of every moor it passed through;
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A drop of water you could see that dumbly awaits in vain to spill and be a stream: Alas there is sunshine.
Poetry, painted poignant, random metaphors, morphing emotions, bleeding heart, wounding soul, emerging love, emananting light, warm moon, cold nights, any sonnets, or any thoughts that you want to paint with words.
