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THe future is tomorrow
and the past is written
as seconds roll like seas of green.
The night falls with
the scented aura
of the afterlife
and the day shines
like the dust of an angel's wings.
The light brightens
the hearts of those who
reap courage
they unsheath their swords of flame to defend
as the tsunamis of trust and loyalty
sheild them from insanity.
Insanity is neither good nor evil.
It is just misunderstood.
Just as the immortality
of the mountains
exsist only in the minds of those
who do not wish to live so long.
The crack in it's frame
resembles the sky,
breaking away under the sounds
of thunderous roars.
Roars of legends,
legends that flow
like the winds of time,
whispering the meaning of life,
but only telling us when to listen...
During the eve of nights...
Sleep well,
for the next few seconds forshadow
the future...
ye have little time to change.
By daminami
 Danamii · Tue Feb 26, 2008 @ 05:57am · 0 Comments |
