Dew Drops on Roses.The Spirits among the Rose GardenDew Drops on Roses.
There once was a question that was asked; I was the child who was doing the asking, and my grandfather was answering. I asked him why it was that upon the cold mornings we would see the white roses glow with a ghostly gleam, and why water would appear upon the pedals. He told me as I am telling you now, for each rose upon the morning light, glows with the ghosts of the past who come to drink the eternal waters of peace.
Long ago there were two lovers, a man named Soleil and a woman named Lune. They had a small home where they lived toge
LullabyWill someone sing me a lullaby? I cannot seem to sleep. I stay up late, all night long Trying not to weep. But despite my tries I can feel my eyes Start to drown in my lonely tears Now that you’re gone Everything’s wrong Crying reflects my fears.Lullaby
Your funeral was on Thursday I simply couldn’t go I feel like I’ve been left out In the cold and killing snow. I’m left there freezing No one left to hold You’ve already been taken By the mean and bitter cold.
Not many people die from sorrow I’m not sure that I’ll be here to
Devious Journal Entry
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Music was made to be listened too;
Not fought over.
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BYW, beautiful poetry!!
*waves*
-Kairu
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