See now, the grey turn to silver Threads in dark winter’s night, The promise of golden days ahead When summer’s sun my soul will warm
Threads in dark winter’s night Paint a picture in the trees When summer’s sun my soul will warm The picture will come to life
Paint a picture in the trees Though winter’s cold my soul does chill The picture will come to life As the earth moves round to face the sun
Though winter’s cold my soul does chill Soon the thickening ice will melt As the earth moves round to face the sun The picture becomes complete
Soon the thickening ice will melt And I will dance in summer’s sun The picture becoming complete As grey turns to silver then to gold
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a sincere floret.
Her beauty behind the madness,
accompanied by an exquisite fragrance,
sometimes I miss her so much,
that I can clearly smell her in the air,
And there I found her,In my lawn
Right in front of my balcony,near Jasmine plant .
“Let me hug you tightly Let me kiss you longly”
They just dreams, turn ’em to reality,
As a Jasmine fragrance do remain in the folds where it has lain ,
so the thought of her remaining deeply folded in my brain,
And will not leave me;all things leave me
But she remains…
For my future GF.
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Imagination is the reality of the dreamer.
— Scott Ringenbach.
Stay tuned, and keep on orbiting those moons.
ventured into the deep descending into time memories of her funny ways belonging to bygone days you held the hand of nana who understood and always knew she would
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