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A broken girl grips a broken dream,
there’s a fire within calm,
drifting oceans won’t tame soul,
she bows to ease wounds.
tears swept the vale,
sorrows within  scars,
written among stars,
words won’t fade her
there ‘heaven within eyes.


A broken girl with broken wings,
tormented in chapters,
a blaze of grief,
It’s a man’s world,
weeps drowned wells,
despair in dreams,
gone thru the wind,
missing puzzles open,
paradise within a smile.
Buried by the oak tree
  For her soul glimmered gold,
  That bore trunks with silver,
   That shimmered leaves with youth,
    Beneath roots that flushed beauty,
    With twigs blooming as ripe daisy's.
Forgetting you is like missing the sweetness of the rain
As I stare wide awaken to a golden night,
  I neglect us in fond times  

   In Spring you drizzled like wild roses
   The taste of morning dew,
   As the day burns in flames,
   Two world entwined.
   A Whisper of tender sonnets
    

Forgetting you is like gazing at the **** sky
Our world was spring in the summer nights
Burn me with this Wilden kisses
As you blaze my darkest infinity
There was magic  in chapters that inked
Like sproutless words

Forgetting you is like missing the darling of winter.
The frozen spells, the melting of ache.
Won’t bring us back!
Love?

The form of hearts, burning like a morning star,
Its striking but countless. When its given to less
We race it, within threat, envy, and precision

The solid beautify of taste,
The peculiar feelings of warmth.

And yet we wonder why we **** for it
I was quiet and shaky at the edge of the river
Screaming in blanks with agony
Staring deep within the endless flowing
While pounding today’s heartache.

The river was silent and calming, within the naked forest
Within my strangles, I am lost
I think of him, endlessly with rage I despair
While pounding today’s heartache.
There’s beauty in June
THERE IS BEUTY IN JUNE


Sparkly!  its June in summer.
The leaves are bright and daze
The trees are ripe, and the Flowers are blooming with chaos
Swiftness is Dashing in the air. the sky is **** with bronze.

The Delights of sunray’s, The taste of Sage.
The woods are Timeless with Venus and Splendor.
The Clouds are Crunchy sizzling with navy and Dew.

The scenery is refreshing, and vineyards are dripping with oats
The Merry of Fowls Swaying towards the east
The respiration of haze to luminous day.
Surely there is Beauty in June

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