

SHININGSHINING beneath waters edgeSHINING
With a faint golden gleam.
I covet this treasure. Oh stream,
Relinquish the rivers twinkling prize. Oh treasure,
It watches me dream, little stream of childish pleasure.


.Sunset.The subtle setting of the sun, The wild way the colors run, A painting without an artist's touch, Softly settling in the mountain's clutch..Sunset.
The way the sky is streaked with light, Heralding the creeping claws of night, The time for day is nearly done, When comes the stars and night's begun.
Crisp evening air sweeps through the field, And a crickets chorus, from eye concealed. A picturesque scene whose slow decay Forms a radiant display that wears away.
The sun descends, the moon will climb, And each new night comes in it's time, And after


.Mentiras y mi vida.Las sombras de mis mentiras son parodias de mi vida, Mis mentiras son las teclas del teclado de mi vida, pero Estoy en la madrugada de vida, y no tengo ser esta persona..Mentiras y mi vida.
Quiero vivir mi vida, pero no quiero vivir esta vida. Quiero ver el mundo, pero no quiero ver esta mundo. Quiero paz en mi vida, pero en esta vida, soy una desgracia.
Y las sombras de mis mentiras sombrean mi vida, Y no sé, no sé, no sé, ¿dónde está la verdad? Y las sombras de mis mentiras, Son terrorificos y timidos, Y no sé, no sé, ¿
Devious Comments
Nice photography you got there...
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CAN YOU HEAR THE CRASHING OF THE WAVES? fnord
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"In life, you're connected to many ropes, to many different directions and paths. But sometimes, ropes will tug you from the direction that you want to go. Sometimes you need to cut those ropes to press on"
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