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Gold air turns to dusk
still clothed in warm light
with colours of the rainbow
floating through an autumn sky

As the night comes on
voices echo in my head
our skinny love wakes my soul
it leaves me bare

Stars hang in the winter sky
like our love in my heart
but as the night falls
I realise it's time for a new start

Was it just summer love?
Wrapped in the colours of the wind,
each flower tells a different tale;
dancing to the rhythm of the earth,
some live to die, some die to live;
some die so that others live.
Flowers have always been a token of love, appreciation, and encouragement on different occasions – marriage, death, promotions, birthdays and so on. What’s their story?
Our love was made for movie screens
Shining brightly on sunny days
Guided by starry nights
Over the coasts and horizons

Our love was made for movie screens
Awaiting the unknown
Never short of heartache
And yet so patient and kind

Our love was made for movie screens
Covered in kisses
Intense and wild
So deep and divine

Our love was made for movie screens
Lit up by fireworks in the sky
And butterflies within our beings
Our song on the radio, our hearts and bodies always entwined

Our love was made for movie screens
Nothing but a fantasy
Every moment so magical
Despite the distance, so unreal

Our love was made for movie screens
No matter the people
No matter the noise
You’re the firework, I’m the sky

Our love was made for movie screens
Filled with laughter and adventure
Made of you
Made for us
The waves glistened under the violet hues,
chasing after her much like life.

Breaking boundaries and crashing against the earth,
the water pulled her in and held her close.

Breathe, the ocean whispered.

Between the vast skies and deep waters,
this was her chance to drown or rise in this ocean of grace.
We’re all just talking bodies,
walking aimlessly,
looking for soulshine,
in deep dark valleys.

— The End —