We are born from the oceans and the seas, transform into ashes, then wash back to the sea, ...
All of life presents itself for viewing painted in the colours of a cold god
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We are not walking In yellow green valleys Or forests of dead trees That coat the far...
Layers of space lay between us The oceans of stars never still A cold orange moon will not...
In the soft embrace of a wave-kissed shore
Where secrets are whispered by the sea to the...
I am a withered tree and my stories are tasteless. I cannot live with a boat. Here, on my land, there is no...
A dream is just a dream
but if you make it come true
then...
it becomes a part...
