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.
With soothing zephyr
of this warm summer evening,
I listen to the sound of god,
Resonating each petal of coarse grass,
Where we would put our feet,
Without love, without compassion,
Unknown, where the lord is singing;
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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.
