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.
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
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