What if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra? June 16, 2015. But I, none other; too what reason for. Than to save a self from its own descent,. Who amidst drunkards and harlots spoke. Of the virtue in wine, the vices of a virgin. But I, before faith; falling prey to burgeon,. Bearing the bastards of our heaven as yolk,. Of remorse; a thistle and solace; its garden. I give unto ye, then unto ye I surrender.

The only ice surviving the fire! June 1, 2015. I replied, Fuck off! She left saying take care.

She came but with dawn. She wore flowers in her head. The fairy tale in us. On the long walk home. On the long walk home. On that day in June. On the long walk home. On the long walk home. She came but with dawn. A splash of the sun, a sigh. A hint of rain, but nigh.

A world of twisted fiction and straight humor. worthwhile! He makes the dawn look golden in the fields. But is himself born in the tiresome evenings. Lives and suicides in the ominous dark nights! Crafty.

A Night of Love, Separation and Tears that Followed! A Night of Love and Separation! Follow DreaMenology on WordPress. Write Your Dream Like Beauty Of The Night.

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Come and experience life with me. I would be more than glad to send her home again and again to continue my love affair with the hills. We left early on 14. Roads were in bad shape but my darling.