On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You make me laugh and smile
when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
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