The moon so bright, a glow of a vital bleeding life
tainted by rose red spikes,
blossom, blossom a moon
to a twirl,
blossom to a dirge in
dances of pirouette turns.
Far alone, a hut to a glade,
Moon, moon
lighten this rose red
dead of a heart's ache.
~NovaSiris
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Voices...voices everywhere...Voices in the mind...
The love that once was born can not die, for it has become part of us, of our life, woven into the very texture of our being. Each of us would wish to leave some part of ourselves, so here and now we bear witness...
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
-Emily Dickinson
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
-Emily Dickinson