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Cobwebs of the Soul She picks the apples in orchard, in the garden of her mind. And they are red as mix of wine and blood in the crystal glass left for no one, under the light of an early twilight somewhere on the edge of the world. The black branches of trees sway toward her in slow wind, like the fingers of dead lovers, gentle and dry, quiet reminiscence of some other days, gone by. And the gray, dry grass bows while she walks.Cobwebs of the Soul by *Maylar
Cobwebs of the past is a name of the garden and she thinks of it, walking over the silver lake with water bitter and salty, where every drop is a memory and pain, every desire a crooked reflection of her
Quicklime We are both still so tangledQuicklime by *Maylar
in the yesterdays
and it feels like hanging from the roof
of memories.
Bound to you by the endless string of
cried tears,
moonlight shines on the links of chain
I'm suspended with…
It can never stop, that pointless grief
of years passed by
and meanwhile, light turned into the shadows
preying on us…
Hungry night with hundreds eyes
and thousand mouths,
and we are a carnal feast for that razor beast
locked in time.
But, it would be so easy to let go
and forget me,
you just have to watch me step back,
slip into the past…
To destroy the chain is to say the word
that'll break it
and
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Sta.sh
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Founder of #sa7ra-stars .. We are the Desert Stars
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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Founder of #sa7ra-stars .. We are the Desert Stars
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.