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kindred spirit kindling flames
we had christened forgotten
too long ago. you are
the music in the depths of this.
we are home. you
mean to belong and there are days
your voice weaves promises
of passing by and i wear them,
rings around my fingers
- your name.
we had christened forgotten
too long ago. you are
the music in the depths of this.
we are home. you
mean to belong and there are days
your voice weaves promises
of passing by and i wear them,
rings around my fingers
- your name.
Literature
Prologe
Thump thump
The town, Aegron, had been destroyed, Katrina knew this, had seen it. The Sekers had come and wiped it out, it happened sometimes, a way of life. The survivors would pack up and move to another town or they would wait for the brothers of Ammit to come and rescue them. This time Katrina new that no survivors would leave this place. Glancing toward the huge wardrobe where her two children had locked themselves, Katrina firmly told her self that someone would walk away, her babies would survive and go on to the next town.
Thump thump
Katrina's husband walked into the bedroom closing and locking a thick door behind him. In his hand
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
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very nice flow...