I once dreamt of a land and a time that were entrenched by the beauty and the beast. The beast did not attempt to cause me to fear, nor did the beauty charm me to bow to its demands. Both the beauty and the beast joined hand in hand, to acquaint themselves, and enjoy the feast.
The land itself was a special place, most divine and serene, so preserved, secured, and protected like no other There were traces of human failures and misfortunes; There were tear filled bottles, indicative of prior pains; but peace was clearly present, and hope was detected.
Faith was genuine; love was pure and painless; and the entire atmosphere was heavenly directed.
The beast was not in that land to do harm to any, but to remind everyone how life once was for many.
This land of wonder was never spanked, But always awakened by the rising sun
Cool breezes flowed in the afternoon Inhabitants were kissed by the setting sun, And they were shined upon by the moon
The beauty was not there to model , but simply to demonstrate what life was always meant to be for everyone.
Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
As I see the reddish blue of this setting sun, I’m suddenly brought back to a memory, of me and Liv driving down the road. Her talking and me listening and driving towards the setting sun. I remember the colors,
I was crawling deep down the wood, Flowers of love blossomed on head, Red, yellow, blue, green leaves smile, Waiting to greet the lovely dawn for a while Looking at the bounty of burning sun Warming in his strong arms
Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at