The dawn broke open a flood of light, immersing the entire room in its brightness. Everywhere there were colors and shadows and tinkling metals, glistening, shimmering, singing a vibrant song of light. Confused between the darkness of my last waking moment and this display of opulence, I woke up to this Sunday morning. The warmth of the bed, and everything between the quietly burning sun and me gently swims in my blood.
It’s a Sunday; it’s a holiday; its always a holiday. In the distance, beyond the glass wall, stands a snobbish, stubborn mountain, too lazy to move and to eager to grow, motionless under the morning sun and the chirping birds; under the trees and the leaves that swirl and play; under the feet of animals that swim upon it, languidly wandering, bathing in the beauty. All celebrating an eternal Sunday of a life.
— Eternity lasts till death
There is a quite breeze, one can see, a very soft gentle breeze, gladly swinging the trees, and rustling the leaves. A very gentle breeze. Beneath the chirping and the growling and the movement of the feet, lies an immaculate silence. Unharmed, untarnished by the intricacies of a lustful speed. There is a silence in the mind, a thought provoking silence that blends the heart and the ripples in view. There is a song of a breath, a soft song — it leaves traces behind it, tickling my ears. There is a figure of the breath, the figure of surprise. A figure of kissing surprise.
— There are glistening stars in her eyes
Hidden diamonds, full of surprise
She sleeps within those beautiful eyes
My love…My eternal prize
It’s a Sunday; it’s a holiday; its always a holiday. In the distance, beyond the glass wall, stands a snobbish, stubborn mountain, too lazy to move and to eager to grow, motionless under the morning sun and the chirping birds; under the trees and the leaves that swirl and play; under the feet of animals that swim upon it, languidly wandering, bathing in the beauty. All celebrating an eternal Sunday of a life.
— Eternity lasts till death
There is a quite breeze, one can see, a very soft gentle breeze, gladly swinging the trees, and rustling the leaves. A very gentle breeze. Beneath the chirping and the growling and the movement of the feet, lies an immaculate silence. Unharmed, untarnished by the intricacies of a lustful speed. There is a silence in the mind, a thought provoking silence that blends the heart and the ripples in view. There is a song of a breath, a soft song — it leaves traces behind it, tickling my ears. There is a figure of the breath, the figure of surprise. A figure of kissing surprise.
— There are glistening stars in her eyes
Hidden diamonds, full of surprise
She sleeps within those beautiful eyes
My love…My eternal prize
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beautiful...
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