We be given to you
a will in ancient way
slept to the memory of open mind
in the rush and temper of tongue and fire
we dwell in the heat of a white wolves cry
as lamb be's birth brazen and naked on the spit of life
gentle eyes pierce the sky within the fold of skin
collected to sight on the razor sharp ray of sun
coloured to the souls velvet underground
brittle to the bones burn
no turning away in the no return
between sun rise
there is a passing
sun ray over the
sky darkness and
the sunlight bring
bluish of the sky
to live near you
and amuse every moment
watching your diamond eye
let your attacking ray
injure my weak heart
and become your
to be caught by diamond fingers
love is the prison where lovers like to live in and wiat for long time
The sweetness of cheery springs from Sun. Sharp rays spread out to the world, lightly tipping, gently dipping into the spacious glass and reflect in the graveness of dark, the beauty of beam. This is the modest delight of a fae song, which divides into many a piece of rose - shaped star, all lightfull and lifefull. So the love letter to a painting stated (with sympathies never returned) back in the Eastern Lands of Winter White. And by the tinkling lights of these sharp rays, for that love we won't mourn.
i hope you are happy
your smile shines to spread ray
your world gives you nearest funny
equalise with your , your
he was hesitating to tell her , her cute, we wrote little words
to bring back time
is my only dream in this crazy world
to separate the simple pieces
of my odd castle
to attach them with hopes
obliterate the blemishes
i miss a ray of light
and petals appear
- memories are here
There are a lot of metaphors including sunshine.
Some of them are good,
But never good enough.
Dreams don't ever come true,
I've learned that in the past months.
Maybe wishing will do.
I could use a little sunshine now.
I'm sick, and cold, and lone.
That little sunshine used to be you.
I'm ******* lost, and for the first time
I don't actually know what to do.
Ray is a pretty name. It suits you.
Hope is nothing new but, a passage leading you through dark ray."
His love saves the night
gentle wings plumes of a child
His blood overcame the dark
for us to live in the light
All across the land dawns a brand new day.
have yourself a blessed Christmas:)))❤