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Ocean Curtains and MirrorsThe crystal blue pastures of waves
Break.
The white foam of their anger trails.
Frothing at the mouth like a dog
Startled by a passing boat,
Or by its own existence.
The vast emptiness of oceans,
Meets the sky in its eternal kiss.
Sometimes, for the briefest of hours
The dying laughter of the waves
Breaks
Before the rising moon and stars.
Silent in their supreme position or our
Wondrous anticipation.
They blink their eyes and turn away,
Stars have other business to attend:
No time for a grain of sand
In the beaches of time.
All is silent but the breaking waves.
No cawking crows combing the beach.
The breath,
The ocean si
Angel, My AngelThe mist creeps within the forest,
Within the isles.
Enveloping the verdant life
Like a magician's curtain holding the
Suspense of the final act behind its back.
The mist meets the shadow of birds-
Birds of prey,
Birds of wonder-
The shadows birth a greater darkness,
The dark spreads like a cancer of my heart.

Remember the good,
For what good does this cancer do
When it stifles the seed of roses.
You had all the time to laugh in the yesterdays,
Today and the tomorrows towards
Infinity, follow me now,
My angel of the shadows,
Into the dark valley in which life began,
And never look back.
Tell Me a StoryHear the waves tremble for days.
The night fades, but the dark
swims in the rays.

Whisper with me now tonight,
tell me a story to last,
with perfection I can hold tight.

The villain and the hero, why
of course we all know the victor,
but go on; don't you be shy.

The battles of bravery, oh the trials,
all on this road to glory,
and we're all marching for miles.

The mountains: they all must fall.
Look down there, why now,
they must all bow if we're so tall.

The mountains: they all must fall.
Look up there, why now,
we have days yet to crawl.

Please, there must be an ending,
everything ends it would seem,
even our dreams are
The Last TimeA sweet strawberry scent
with tear drops like dew-
and a heart beaten and bent.
Wavering iron breath like fog,
Sputtering between a muffled weep.
It all comes back to me like a dog-
Ma, mama? Can you hear me now?
Why must fate beat me as a sheep?
Burry me deep as you have your head.
As when my eyes shut to never open,
I'll be nothing but happily dead
In the field of this day.

I sit beside you with open arms,
Your eyes- those eyes of the wise,
Why do they look as if mine harm?
The strawberry vines and flowers;
Let them thrive over me.
And when May comes and showers,
Let that sweet smell be carried away.
Let our ways be carr

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I was bored.
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~MachtegShadow Sep 16, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
This is amazing!! Just lovely, grate work yet again!
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*3one3 Sep 16, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks so much! :3
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~MachtegShadow Sep 16, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Your welcome :3
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