She dances in a sunny meadow, clad in shades of yellow and pink and orange. A splendid, shimmering peach-colored robe. A wan golden haze surrounds the meadows at dusk.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
The family tree, the foundation of freedom is on the decline.
I see you in vivid color, alive and refreshed.
I see you seeing me, Fearfully, Beautifully, Tearfully.
’ve been so deep in thought while walking from one room to another that when I got to my destination, I forgot why I went there. My inner thought captivates then catapults me to other places.
You’re so pretty inside others should see that too.
It’s a shame you hide and never come out and play.
As the words spill from her mind she feels a darkness lift.
The sky was huge, it was rising above a huge spread of pillars, over the ocean and up and around the magnificent peninsula. It was cold and windy, and the pillars looked like lighthouses or beautiful chateaus floating up the sea.
To rule the people we must suppress their speech, reeducate them to our values by placing them under a solid shield rule with an iron hand. Disinsertion dissension.
Grief is an ocean. The depths of which are tempered by the varied memories and love that are held.