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I awoke on an island in the middle of the sea bathed in airy moonlight surrounded by waves of pleating emeralds I heard them smash on the coast gently strong like a heartbeat yes! the island was alive! life did flow from every single vestige! I lost myself in the forest lulled deep by melancholy for a feeling I had lost there I did find total sincerity and peace welling from each leaf softer than the morning dew untouched by the hands of man at the heart of the island was a pool within it was a great gem of absolute purity as if left unturned by lies and within it were countless reflections down the bright path of the king in the throes of nameless love and even the warmth of youth’s smile nothing could fill my void so perfectly when I stole this splendid thing the island became nothing like a struck match without air I could feel that old burning still within and I then knew of myself I did not seek something lost like faerie-born dreams of Spring but I sought to let go of what I held
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
The Yearning Heart
I awoke on an island in the middle of the sea bathed in airy moonlight surrounded by waves of pleating emeralds I heard them smash on the coast gently strong like a heartbeat yes! the island was alive! life did flow from every single vestige! I lost myself in the forest lulled deep by melancholy for a feeling I had lost there I did find total sincerity and peace welling from each leaf softer than the morning dew untouched by the hands of man at the heart of the island was a pool within it was a great gem of absolute purity as if left unturned by lies and within it were countless reflections down the bright path of the king in the throes of nameless love and even the warmth of youth’s smile nothing could fill my void so perfectly when I stole this splendid thing the island became nothing like a struck match without air I could feel that old burning still within and I then knew of myself I did not seek something lost like faerie-born dreams of Spring but I sought to let go of what I held
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
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